A Man I Am Cross'd

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger