Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Some Men There Are Love Not A Gaping Pig, Some That Are Mad If They Behold A Cat, And Others When The Bagpipe Sings I The Nose Cannot Contain Their Urine.

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.