Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.