Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

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.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!