Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

No Woman Ever Hates A Man For Being In Love With Her, But Many A Woman Hate A Man For Being A Friend To Her.

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.