I Love A Ballad In Print O'

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook Is Deep.

Why, Look You, I Am Whipp'd And Scourg'd With Rods, Nettled And Stung With Pismires[nettles], When I Hear Of This Vile Politician, Bolingbroke.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.