Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor

Taffeta Phrases, Silken Terms Precise, Three-piled Hyperboles, Spruce Affection, Figures Pedantical--these Summer Flies Have Blown Me Full Of Maggot Ostentation.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

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

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.