Wine Does But Draw Forth A Man's

There Are A Set Of Malicious, Prating, Prudent Gossips, Both Male And Female, Who Murder Characters To Kill Time; And Will Rob A Young Fellow Of His Good Name Before He Has Years To Know The Value Of It.

You Shall See Them On A Beautiful Quarto Page Where A Neat Rivulet Of Text Shall Meander Through A Meadow Of Margin.

My Valour Is Certainly Going! - It Is Sneaking Off! - I Feel It Oozing Out As It Were At The Palms Of My Hands!

Do Thou Snatch Treasures From My Lips, And I'll Take Kingdoms Back From Thine.

An Unforgiving Eye, And A Damned Disinheriting Countenance!