Come Away; Poverty's Catching.

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

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

Love Ceases To Be A Pleasure, When It Ceases To Be A Secret.

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.