My Business Was Great, And In Such

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?