Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

Gamesters And Highwaymen Are Generally Very Good To Their Whores, But They Are Very Devils To Their Wives.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.