What Then In Love Can Woman Do?

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Man May Escape From Rope And Gun; Nay, Some Have Outlived The Doctor's Pill: Who Takes A Woman Must Be Undone, That Basilisk Is Sure To Kill. The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets, So He That Tastes Woman, Woman, Woman, He That Tastes Woman, Ruin Meets.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.