Words Are Grown So False, I Am

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

Drink, Sir, Is A Great Provoker Of Three Things . . . Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine. Lechery, Sir, It Provokes, And Unprovokes; It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance.