A Very Ancient And Fish-like

Why, Look You, I Am Whipp'd And Scourg'd With Rods, Nettled And Stung With Pismires[nettles], When I Hear Of This Vile Politician, Bolingbroke.

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.