Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Her Father Lov'd Me; Oft Invited Me; Still Question'd Me The Story Of My Life, From Year To Year, The Battles, Sieges, Fortunes, That I Have Pass'd.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

A Man May See How This World Goes With No Eyes. Look With Thine Ears: See How Yond Justice Rails Upon Yon Simple Thief. Hark, In Thine Ear: Change Places; And, Handy-dandy, Which Is The Justice, Which Is The Thief?