To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices,

Un-thread The Rude Eye Of Rebellion, And Welcome Home Again Discarded Faith.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.

He Jests At Scars That Never Felt A Wound.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.