While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!