All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.