Thou Art A Retailer Of Phrases, And

Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed: At Leisure Married, They Repent In Haste.

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.

Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

Guilt Is Ever At A Loss, And Confusion Waits Upon It; When Innocence And Bold Truth Are Always Ready For Expression.