A Kind Of Excellent Dumb

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

I Was Born Free As Caesar; So Were You