Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed:

He Who Closes His Ears To The Views Of Others Shows Little Confidence In The Integrity Of His Own Views.

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.

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

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