He Who Closes His Ears To The

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

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

She Likes Herself, Yet Others Hates, For That Which In Herself She Prizes; And While She Laughs At Them, Forgets She Is The Thing That She Despises.

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.