Ready To Go But Never

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

And Thence From Athens Turn Away Our Eyes To Seek New Friends And Stranger Companies.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.