He That Hath The Steerage Of My

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

Be Patient, For The World Is Broad And Wide.