A Very Scurvy Fellow.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

Fair Katherine, And Most Fair, Will You Vouchsafe To Teach A Soldier Terms Such As Will Enter At A Lady's Ear, And Plead His Love-suit To Her Gentle Heart?

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.