I Am A Courtier Grave And Serious

If I Can Wheedle A Knife Or A Needle, Why Not A Silver Churn?

My Object All Sublime I Shall Achieve In Time- To Let The Punishment Fit The Crime- The Punishment Fit The Crime.

The Privilege And Pleasure That We Treasure Beyond Measure Is To Run On Little Errands For The Ministers Of State.

When You Are Lying Awake With A Dismal Headache, And Repose Is Tabooed By Anxiety, I Conceive You May Use Any Language You Choose To Indulge In Without Impropriety.

What Though I Cannot Meet My Bills? What Though I Suffer Toothache's Ills? What Though I Swallow Countless Pills?