Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They

The Propriety Of Thoughts And Words, Which Are The Hidden Beauties Of A Play, Are But Confusedly Judged In The Vehemence Of Action.

A Man May Be Capable, As Jack Ketch's Wife Said Of His Servant, Of A Plain Piece Of Work, A Bare Hanging; But To Makea Malefactordiesweetly Was Only Belonging Toher Husband.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

And Love's The Noblest Frailty Of The Mind.