I Had Rather Be A Dog, And

Look, The World's Comforter, With Weary Gait, His Day's Hot Task Hath Ended In The West: The Owl, Night's Herald, Shrieks-'tis Very Late; The Sheep Are Gone To Fold, Birds To Their Nest; And Coal-black Clouds, That Shadow Heaven's Light, Do Summon Us To Part, And Bid Good Night.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

In Thee Thy Mother Dies, Our Household's Name, My Death's Revenge, Thy Youth, And England's Fame.

A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.