I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd