There Is No Doctrine Will

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

The Man That Is Once Hated, Both His Good And His Evil Deeds Oppress Him.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Spread Yourself Upon His Bosom Publicly, Whose Heart You Would Eat In Private.