See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.