Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

My Life, My Joy, My Food, My Ail The World!