Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.