Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise.

Do You Think Your Mother And I Should Have Lived Comfortably So Long Together, If Ever We Had Been Married? Baggage!

Shall Ignorance Of Good And Ill Dare To Direct The Eternal Will? Seek Virtue, And Of That Possest, To Providence Resign The Rest.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!