Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.