O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

A Wit Should No More Be Sincere, Than A Woman Constant; One Argues A Decay Of Parts, As To Other Of Beauty.

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

You Are A Woman: You Must Never Speak What You Think; Your Words Must Contradict Your Thoughts, But Your Actions May Contradict Your Words.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.