The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

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

Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have We All, Of Joy; For Our Escape Is Much Beyond Our Loss . . . . Then Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.