His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Why, Look You, I Am Whipp'd And Scourg'd With Rods, Nettled And Stung With Pismires[nettles], When I Hear Of This Vile Politician, Bolingbroke.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I