Do You Think Your Mother And I

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

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.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.