How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.