But What Is Past My Help Is

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

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

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.