O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss And Tell.

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.

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

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.