But What Is Past My Help Is

There's Nothing That Allays An Angry Mind So Soon As A Sweet Beauty.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

But What Is Past My Help Is Past My Care.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.