Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us,

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.