I Came Up Stairs Into The World,

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

A Wit Should No More Be Sincere, Than A Woman Constant; One Argues A Decay Of Parts, As To Other Of Beauty.

There Is Nothing More Unbecoming A Man Of Quality Than To Laugh ... 'tis Such A Vulgar Expression Of The Passion!

Who Pleases One Against His Will.