Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

Do You Think Your Mother And I Should Have Lived Comfortably So Long Together, If Ever We Had Been Married? Baggage!

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.