I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion,

To Converse With Scandal Is To Play At Losing Loadum, You Must Lose A Good Name To Him, Before You Can Win It For Yourself.

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

Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father Of His Country.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.

Thus In This Sad, But Oh, Too Pleasing State! My Soul Can Fix Upon Nothing But Thee; Thee It Contemplates, Admires, Adores, Nay Depends On, Trusts On You Alone.