A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

In My Conscience I Believe The Baggage Loves Me, For She Never Speaks Well Of Me Herself, Nor Suffers Any Body Else To Rail At Me.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.

Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And If So, Wherefore Should Cuckoldom Be A Discredit, Being Deriv'd From So Honourable A Root?

You Are A Woman: You Must Never Speak What You Think; Your Words Must Contradict Your Thoughts, But Your Actions May Contradict Your Words.