It Is A Maxim That

Tis The Greatest Misfortune In Nature For A Woman To Want A Confidant.

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Tis A Question Whether Adversity Or Prosperity Makes The Most Poets.

No Woman Can Be A Beauty Without A Fortune.

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.