When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.