For A Quart Of Ale

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

Can One Desire Too Much Of A Good Thing?

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.