Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In

Do You Think Your Mother And I Should Have Lived Comfortably So Long Together, If Ever We Had Been Married? Baggage!

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.