A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

Though Marriage Makes Man And Wife One Flesh, It Leaves 'em Still Two Fools.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

Wit Must Be Foiled By Wit: Cut A Diamond With A Diamond.

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.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.