Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power;

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A Levee From A Couch In Some Confusion.

Mr Witwould: "pray, Madam, Do You Pin Up Your Hair With All Your Letters? I Find I Must Keep Copies." Mrs Millamant: "only With Those In Verse.... I Never Pin Up My Hair With Prose."

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

These Articles Subscribed, If I Continue To Endure You A Little Longer, I May By Degrees Dwindle Into Wife.