Those Who Know The Least

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

Our Sex Still Strikes An Awe Upon The Brave, And Only Cowards Dare Affront A Woman.

Like Hungry Guests, A Sitting Audience Looks / Plays Are Like Suppers; Poets Are The Cooks / The Founder's You; The Table Is This Place / The Carvers We; The Prologue Is The Grace / Each Act A Course, Each Scene, A Different Dish.

I Hate All That Don't Love Me, And Slight All That Do.