Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

Now, In My Opinion, A Woman Has No Business With Power-power Admits No Equal, And Dismisses Friendship For Flattery. Besides, It Keeps The Men At A Distance, And That Is Not Always What We Wish.

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

I'll Tell Thee What It Says; It Calls Me Villain, A Treacherous Husband, A Cruel Father, A False Brother; One Lost To Nature And Her Charities; Or To Say All In One Short Word, It Calls Me - Gamester.