Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

To Struggle When Hope Is Banished! To Live When Life's Salt Is Gone! To Dwell In A Dream That's Vanished- To Endure, And Go Calmly On!

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

It Is An Art To Have So Much Judgment As To Apparel A Lie Well, To Give It A Good Dressing.

What Excellent Fools Religion Makes Of Men.