I Think The Devil Will Not Have

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.