Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.