A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures

Wives Rarely Fuss About Their Beauty To Guarantee Their Mate's Affection.

The Envious Will Die, But Envy Never.

Man, I Can Assure You, Is A Nasty Creature.

It Is A Folly Second To None; To Try To Improve The World.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.