Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

Fair Words Cost Nothing.

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.