You Take My House When You Do

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.