Who Pleases One Against His Will.

Hannibal Was A Very Pretty Fellow In Those Days.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.

Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of Hand, Which, To Admire, We Should Not Understand

I Am Always Of The Opinion With The Learned, If They Speak First.