No Hair So Small But Hath His

Where You Thinke There Is Bacon, There Is No Chimney.

Many, Affecting Wit Beyond Their Power, Have Got To Be A Dear Fool For An Hour.

A Master Of Straw Eates A Servant Of Steele.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.