Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.

Fair words cost nothing.

How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!

O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.

Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.

Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay.