Few Love To Hear The Sins They

Who Is Here So Vile That Will Not Love His Country?

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.