One Wife Is Too Much For Most

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

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

I Cannot Raise My Worth Too High; Of What Vast Consequence Am I! "not Of The Importance You Suppose," Replies A Flea Upon His Nose; "be Humble, Learn Thyself To Scan; Know, Pride Was Never Made For Man.

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.