Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And

One Wife Is Too Much For Most Husbands To Bear, But Two At A Time There's No Mortal Can Bear.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.