Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well