Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

False Love Is Only Blinder.

'tis A Strange Thing, Sam, That Among Us People Can't Agree The Whole Week, Because They Go Different Ways Upon Sundays.

Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Our Sex Still Strikes An Awe Upon The Brave, And Only Cowards Dare Affront A Woman.