I Have Fed Purely Upon Ale; I

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.

Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced Me First To Me A Wicked Player.

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.

'twas For The Good Of My Country That I Should Be Abroad. Anything For The Good Of One's Country-i'm A Roman For That.

I Have Fed Purely Upon Ale; I Have Eat My Ale, Drank My Ale, And I Always Sleep Upon Ale.