What Then In Love Can Woman Do?

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

The Sun Was Set; The Night Came On Apace, And Falling Dews Bewet Around The Place; The Bat Takes Airy Rounds On Leathern Wings, And The Hoarse Owl His Woeful Dirges Sings.

Follow Love And It Will Flee, Flee Love And It Will Follow Thee.

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

How Happy Could I Be With Either, Were T'other Dear Charmer Away!