Tis Love Alone Can Make Our Fetters

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

Variety Is The Soul Of Pleasure.