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

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.

Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

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