Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

One May Like The Love And Despise The Lover.

Grant Me Some Wild Expressions, Heavens, Or I Shall Burst.

Women Never Really Command Until They Have Given Their Promise To Obey; And They Are Never In More Danger Of Being Made Slaves Than When The Men Are At Their Feet.

Vivutur Ingenio, That Damn'd Motto There Seduced Me First To Me A Wicked Player.