Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman

They Are At The End Of The Gallery; Retired To Their Tea And Scandal, According To Their Ancient Custom.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

Love's But A Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.