God Rot Tunbridge Wells!

00:01:22 This night, this very night

00:05:22 A rich hovel of a bed, and who else would now leap to clamber into it?

00:10:15 Halle-by-the-sea? Bognor Halle?

00:16:03 Though I doubt it, any of it, gains more attention than my portliness

00:18:57 even if it might light up nothing.

00:23:08 "who best bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, "

00:29:08 Even as I am sightless, I can see.

00:34:56 humiliations, gout even

00:38:34 I swear no child, and I have, I am certain, none of my own to fire my feeling

00:43:17 I followed the coach routes and I saw... I saw them

00:48:27 imbibing inordinately, tickling the little girls and fondling overmuch

00:51:12 The death of the good queen had left me in somewhat of a pickle

00:55:56 and they have smiled on me, as they should have done

01:02:06 "Then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written

01:05:19 like most ladies

01:10:01 In brief, I was accused of stealing from the said Stradella

01:16:43 I won, by the way, and had my work protected

01:21:08 the Lord Lieutenant in tears at a special command

01:30:01 most earned by oratorios in the last season.

01:33:24 No, not contrived

01:38:10 What have I done for the Georges of England!

01:43:23 The light, the light...

01:48:23 What places

01:51:58 "And music shall untune the sky, "