Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.

“I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,Straining upon the start. The game…”

“The pow'r I have on you is to spare you / The malice towards you, to forgive yo…”

“O ill-starred wench! Pale as your smock!”

“Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed.”