One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.