I Have A Soul Of Lead So

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained