The Shortest Pleasures Are The Sweetest.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

Since A Woman Must Wear Chains, I Would Have The Pleasure Of Hearing 'em Rattle A Little.

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.

Grant Me Some Wild Expressions, Heavens, Or I Shall Burst.

Sir, You Shall Taste My Anno Domini.