Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters Please.

Come Away; Poverty's Catching.