Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow

Some Folks Of Cider Make A Rout And Cider's Well Enough No Doubt When Better Liquors Fail; But Wine, That's Richer, Better Still, Ev'n Wine Itself (deny't Who Will) Must Yield To Nappy Ale

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Gamesters And Highwaymen Are Generally Very Good To Their Whores, But They Are Very Devils To Their Wives.

Around The Steel No Tortur'd Worm Shall Twine, No Blood Of Living Insect Stain My Line; Let Me, Less Cruel, Cast The Feather'd Hook, With Pliant Rod Athwart The Pebbled Brook, Silent Along The Mazy Margin Stray, And With The Fur-wrought Fly Delude The Prey.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.