The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!