Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage

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.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

Every Man Plays The Fool Once In His Live, But To Marry Is Playing The Fool All One's Life Long.

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.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.