They Are At The End

Let Us Be Very Strange And Well-bred:let Us Be As Strange As If We Had Been Married A Great While;and As Well-bred As If We Were Not Married At All.

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.

Mr Witwould: "pray, Madam, Do You Pin Up Your Hair With All Your Letters? I Find I Must Keep Copies." Mrs Millamant: "only With Those In Verse.... I Never Pin Up My Hair With Prose."

All Well Bred Persons Lie - Besides, You Are A Woman; You Must Never Speak What You Think.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.