'tis A Strange Thing, Sam,

Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced Me First To Me A Wicked Player.

'twas For The Good Of My Country That I Should Be Abroad. Anything For The Good Of One's Country-i'm A Roman For That.

Since A Woman Must Wear Chains, I Would Have The Pleasure Of Hearing 'em Rattle A Little.

When The Blind Lead The Blind, No Wonder They Both Fall Into - Matrimony.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.