I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion,

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.