Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am

Away, You Cut-purse Rascal! You Filthy Bung, Away! By This Wine, I'll Thrust My Knife In Your Mouldy Chaps, An You Play The Saucy Cuttle With Me. Away, You Bottle-ale Rascal! You Basket-hilt Stale Juggler, You!

"fair, Kind, And True" Is All My Argument, "fair, Kind, And True" Varying To Other Words; And In This Change Is My Invention Spent, Three Themes In One, Which Wondrous Scope Affords.

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.