One Wife Is Too Much

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is Fit Company For Any Gentleman; And The World, My Dear, Hath Not Such A Contempt For Roguery As You Imagine.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.