Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.