Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!