The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

We Must Every One Be A Man Of His Own Fancy.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.