O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.

To Find A Young Fellow That Is Neither A Wit In His Own Eye, Nor A Fool In The Eye Of The World, Is A Very Hard Task.

Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let Us Be As Strange As If We Had Been Married A Great While;and As Well-bred As If We Were Not Married At All.

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.