The Insolence Of Office.

Very Good Orators, When They Are Out, They Will Spit; And For Lovers, Lacking--god Warn Us!--matter, The Cleanliest Shift Is To Kiss.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet