Poetry's A Mere Drug, Sir.

False Love Is Only Blinder.

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.

How A Little Love And Good Company Improves A Woman.

Our Sex Still Strikes An Awe Upon The Brave, And Only Cowards Dare Affront A Woman.