Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.

The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.

Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.