Easy Writing's Curst Hard Reading.

It Is By Women That Nature Writes On The Hearts Of Men.

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

Wine Does But Draw Forth A Man's Natural Qualities.

I'm Called Away By Particular Business - But I Leave My Character Behind Me

I Would By No Means Wish A Daughter Of Mine To Be A Progeny Of Learning.