Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay.

You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!