Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

Well Could He Ride, And Often Men Would Say, "that Horse His Mettle From His Rider Takes: Proud Of Subjection, Noble By The Sway, What Rounds, What Bounds, What Course, What Stop He Makes!" And Controversy Hence A Question Takes, Whether The Horse By Him Became His Deed, Or He His Manage By The Well-doing Steed.