No, I'm No Enemy To

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

Marriage Is Honourable, As You Say; And If So, Wherefore Should Cuckoldom Be A Discredit, Being Deriv'd From So Honourable A Root?