O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

Though Marriage Makes Man And Wife One Flesh, It Leaves 'em Still Two Fools.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.