Now, Good Digestion Wait On Appetite, And

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.

For My Own Part, I Shall Be Glad To Learn Of Noble Men.

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.