Whoever Is King, Is Also The Father

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

How Hard A Thing 'twould Be To Please You All.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

I Nauseate Walking; 'tis A Country Diversion, I Loathe The Country.

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.