Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.