Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced

I Have Fed Purely Upon Ale; I Have Eat My Ale, Drank My Ale, And I Always Sleep Upon Ale.

I Hate All That Don't Love Me, And Slight All That Do.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

'tis A Strange Thing, Sam, That Among Us People Can't Agree The Whole Week, Because They Go Different Ways Upon Sundays.

Grant Me Some Wild Expressions, Heavens, Or I Shall Burst.