I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.

O, Reason Not The Need!

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.