Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.

Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference Known; Kings Seek Their Subjects' Good: Tyrants Their Own.

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

What Is A Kiss? Why This, As Some Approve: The Sure, Sweet Cement, Glue, And Lime Of Love.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.