Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.

My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.

Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.

Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.