Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Oh! It Offends Me To The Soul To Hear A Robust Periwig-pated Fellow, Tear A Passion To Tatters, To Very Rags, To Split The Ears Of The Groundlings.

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

I Wish You All The Joy That You Can Wish.

Appetite, A Universal Wolf.