Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.