Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And

He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

You Must Confine Yourself Within The Modest Limits Of Order.