So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing Swine.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.