Crimes, Like Virtues, Are Their Own Rewards.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Spite Of All Modesty, A Man Must Own A Pleasure In The Hearing Of His Praise.

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

Captain Is A Good Travelling Name And So I Take It.