The King Hath Note Of All That

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!