A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And If So, Wherefore Should Cuckoldom Be A Discredit, Being Deriv'd From So Honourable A Root?

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

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.

In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage Loves Me, For She Never Speaks Well Of Me Herself, Nor Suffers Any Body Else To Rail At Me.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.