...the greatest tyrants over women are women.
Love makes fools of us all, big and little.
Pray God, keep us simple.
We love being in love, that's the truth on't.
When one fib becomes due as it were, you must forge another to take up the old acceptance; and so the stock of your lies in circulation inevitably multiplies, and the danger of detection increases every day.
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year.