You May Make Love In Dancing As

Nothing Is More Capable Of Troubling Our Reason, And Consuming Our Health, Than Secret Notions Of Jealousy In Solitude.

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

You May Make Love In Dancing As Well As Sitting.

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.

A Brave World, Sir, Full Of Religion, Knavery, And Change: We Shall Shortly See Better Days.