For my part, I can compare her (a gossip) to nothing but the sun; for, like him, she knows no rest, nor ever sets in one place but to rise in another.
To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.
Not to ask is not be denied.
And plenty makes us poor.
Woman's honor is nice as ermine; it will not bear a soil.
One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.