'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!
Affectation Hath Always Had A Greater Share Both In The Action And Discourse Of Men Than Truth And Judgment Have.
Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.
Fantastic Fortune Thou Deceitful Light, That Cheats The Weary Traveler By Night, Though On A Precipice Each Step You Tread, I Am Resolved To Follow Where You Lead.