My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.

Bad Is The Trade That Must Play Fool To Sorrow, Ang'ring Itself And Others.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

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.