I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our Judgments, Blind.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.