You Are No Better Than You Should

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

All Confidence Which Is Not Absolute And Entire, Is Dangerous. There Are Few Occasions But Where A Man Ought Either To Say All, Or Conceal All; For, How Little So Ever You Have Revealed Of Your Secret To A Friend, You Have Already Said Too Much If You Think It Not Safe To Make Him Privy To All Particulars.

It Is A Word That's Quickly Spoken, Which Being Unrestrained, A Heart Is Broken