Old, That's An Affront No Woman Can

Other Men's Pains Are Easily Borne.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

Thou Art A Cat, And A Rat, And A Coward.

When A Man Says, "get Out Of My House! What Would You Have With My Wife?" There Is No Answer To Be Made.

Everyone Is As God Has Made Him, And Oftentimes A Great Deal Worse.