When I Was At Home I Was

She Dreams Of Him That Has Forgot Her Love; You Dote On Her That Cares Not For Your Love. 'tis Pity Love Should Be So Contrary; And Thinking Of It Makes Me Cry 'alas!

My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.