Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
I have long served virtue, And never ta'en wages of her.
All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.
Ambition, madam, is a great man's madness.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
The misery of us, that are born great, We are forced to woo because none dare woo us.