I Came Up Stairs Into The World,

These Articles Subscribed, If I Continue To Endure You A Little Longer, I May By Degrees Dwindle Into Wife.

In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage Loves Me, For She Never Speaks Well Of Me Herself, Nor Suffers Any Body Else To Rail At Me.

You Are A Woman: You Must Never Speak What You Think; Your Words Must Contradict Your Thoughts, But Your Actions May Contradict Your Words.

I Find We Are Growing Serious, And Then We Are In Great Danger Of Being Dull.

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.