Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

As Good Luck Would Have It.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

I Hold My Peace, Sir? No; No, I Will Speak As Liberal As The North; Let Heaven And Men And Devils, Let Them All, All, All, Cry Shame Against Me, Yet I'll Speak.