To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.
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.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.