A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling,

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Our Purses Shall Be Proud, Our Garments Poor; For 'tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich