I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion,

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of Hand, Which, To Admire, We Should Not Understand

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

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.