Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.