What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here?

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.