ALL IS VANITY.
Frederick. "There, now, how very provoking! I've left the Prayer-Books at Home!"
Maria. "Well, dear, never mind; but do tell me, is my bonnet straight?"
THE LOVER'S FAREWELL TO PALE ALE.
Farewell, my bright, my brisk, my Pale,
I cannot say, my Sweet,
For thou art Bitter, oh, my Ale!