"Love's shafts are weak"—"my chestnut kicks"—
"Heart broken;"—"broke the traces"—
"What say you now of politics?"—
"Change sides and to your places"—
"A five-barred gate"—"a precious pearl"
"Grave things may all be punn'd on!"—
"The Whigs, thank God, are"—"out of curl!"—
"Her age is"—"four by London!"
Thus run the giddy hours away,
Till morning's light is beaming,