Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Aimwell: Then You Understand Latin, Mr. Bonniface? Bonniface: Not I, Sir, As The Saying Is, But He Talks It So Very Fast That I'm Sure It Must Be Good.

Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced Me First To Me A Wicked Player.

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.