Well I Sup And Well

Oft Have I Heard Both Youths And Virgins Say, Birds Chuse Their Mates And Couple Too This Day: But By Their Flight I Never Can Devine When I Shall Couple With My Valentine.

A Winning Wave, (deserving Note.) In The Tempestuous Petticote, A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tye I See A Wilde Civility,-- Doe More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.