On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly

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.

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray Thee.

Avaunt, You Cullions!