I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

Drink, Sir, Is A Great Provoker Of Three Things . . . Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine. Lechery, Sir, It Provokes, And Unprovokes; It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.