We All Are Men, In

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.