Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?

Self-love, My Liege, Is Not So Vile A Sin, As Self-neglecting.

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.