A Woman Only Obliges A Man To

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A Levee From A Couch In Some Confusion.

Women Are Like Tricks By Sleight Of Hand, Which, To Admire, We Should Not Understand

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.