Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station,

When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts The Tongue To Deal In Fiction.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Man May Escape From Rope And Gun; Nay, Some Have Outlived The Doctor's Pill: Who Takes A Woman Must Be Undone, That Basilisk Is Sure To Kill. The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets, So He That Tastes Woman, Woman, Woman, He That Tastes Woman, Ruin Meets.