All moral laws are merely statements that certain kinds of actions will have good effects.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

I'll tell thee what it says; it calls me villain, a treacherous husband, a cruel father, a false brother; one lost to nature and her charities; or to say all in one short word, it calls me - Gamester.

'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound.

Can't I another's face commend, Or to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead louers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?

Now, in my opinion, a woman has no business with Power-Power admits no equal, and dismisses friendship for flattery. Besides, it keeps the men at a distance, and that is not always what we wish.