If This Be Not Love, It Is

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

I Am A Fool, I Know It; And Yet, Heaven Help Me, I'm Poor Enough To Be A Wit.

Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let Us Be As Strange As If We Had Been Married A Great While;and As Well-bred As If We Were Not Married At All.

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.