One Wife Is Too Much For Most

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind; By Her We First Were Taught The Wheedling Arts.

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.