To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung

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.

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

Do You Think Your Mother And I Should Have Lived Comfortably So Long Together, If Ever We Had Been Married? Baggage!

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.