Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." --

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

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

Thou Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Lov'd, Despis'd! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.