How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.