The Last Taste Of Sweets

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.