How Hard A Thing 'twould Be To

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

I Confess Freely To You, I Could Never Look Long Upon A Monkey, Without Very Mortifying Reflections.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.