Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief's beneath thy shade.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, - depend on't; If she will do't, she will; and there's an end on't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature's mark to know an honest heart by.

She who means no mischief does it all.

Order, thou eye of action.