Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.