There Is A Law In

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

I Had Rather Be A Kitten, And Cry Mew, Than One Of These Same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I Had Rather Heare A Brazen Candlestick Turn'd, Or A Dry Wheele Grate On The Axle-tree, And That Would Set My Teeth Nothing An Edge, Nothing So Much, As Mincing Poetrie.

A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.