Let Not The World See Fear And

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

What Have We Here? A Man Or A Fish? Dead Or Alive? A Fish: He Smells Like A Fish; A Very Ancient And Fishlike Smell; A Kind Of Not Of The Newest Poor-john. A Strange Fish!

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.