O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.