Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Act II.,—Scene I.
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A Monody on Money.
Dedicated to Our “Very” Particular Bankers.
“I know a bank” where busy men are daily seen to pore
Over their books with earnest zeal from ten o’clock till four,
From whose retreat are issued forth more rich and treasured notes
Than ever have been known to come from sweetest song-birds’ throats.