No Eye To Watch, And No Tongue

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.

Sassafras Wood Boiled Down To A Kind Of Tea, And Tempered With An Infusion Of Milk And Sugar Hath To Some A Delicacy Beyond The China Luxury.

Cards Are War, In Disguise Of A Sport.

Beholding Heaven, And Feeling Hell.

The Man Must Have A Rare Recipe For Melancholy, Who Can Be Dull In Fleet Street.