My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

Who Climbs The Grammar-tree, Distinctly Knows Where Noun, And Verb, And Participle Grows.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.