All Dark And Comfortless.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

It Is That Fery Person For All The Orld, As Just As You Will Desire; And Seven Hundred Pounds Of Moneys, And Gold, And Silver, Is Her Grandsire Upon His Death's-bed-got Deliver To A Joyful Resurrections!

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

Say She Rail; Why, I'll Tell Her Plain She Sings As Sweetly As A Nightingale. Say That She Frown; I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Wash'd With Dew. Say She Be Mute And Will Not Speak A Word; Then I'll Commend Her Volubility, And Say She Uttereth Piercing Eloquence.