O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

She Who Has Never Lov'd, Has Never Liv'd.

't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind; By Her We First Were Taught The Wheedling Arts.

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.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.