I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns

I Am Retired Leisure. I Am To Be Met With In Trim Gardens. I Am Already Come To Be Known By My Vacant Face And Careless Gesture, Perambulating At No Fixed Pace Nor With Any Settled Purpose. I Walk About; Not To And From.

If Thou Would'st Have Me Sing And Play As Once I Play'd And Sung, First Take This Time-worn Lute Away, And Bring One Freshly Strung.

Cards Are War, In Disguise Of A Sport.

Satire Does Not Look Pretty Upon A Tombstone.

Summer, As My Friend Coleridge Waggishly Writes, Has Set In With Its Usual Severity.