I Had Not To This Time Subsisted,

How Sweetly Sounds The Voice Of A Good Woman! It Is So Seldom Heard That, When It Speaks,it Ravishes All Senses.

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.

But Married Once, A Man Is Stak'd Or Pown'd, And Cannot Graze Beyond His Own Hedge.

Pleasures Of Worse Natures Are Gladly Entertained, And They That Shun Us Practice In Private Sports The Stews Would Blush At.

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.