Whoever Is King, Is Also

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of Hand, Which, To Admire, We Should Not Understand

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.