Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

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

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

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.