Or Art Thou But / A Dagger

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings