It Is A Maxim That Man And

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

Necessity, The Mother Of Invention.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

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

Grant Me Some Wild Expressions, Heavens, Or I Shall Burst.