There Is Throats To Be Cut, And

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.