The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.