We Will Have Rings And Things And

O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of Earth, / That I Am Meek And Gentle With These Butchers!

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

Now, Good Digestion Wait On Appetite, And Health On Both!

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.