When The Age Is In, The Wit

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.