I Drink When I Have Occasion, And

Once A Woman Parts With Her Virtue, She Loses The Esteem Even Of The Man Whose Vows And Tears Won Her To Abandon It.

God Who Sends The Wound Sends The Medicine.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

Do But Take Care To Express Yourself In A Plain, Easy Manner, In Well-chosen, Significant And Decent Terms, And To Give A Harmonious And Pleasing Turn To Your Periods: Study To Explain Your Thoughts, And Set Them In The Truest Light, Labouring As Much As Possible, Not To Leave Them Dark Nor Intricate, But Clear And Intelligible.

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