O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
From John Gay
An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretended friend is worse.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
But money, wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.
On the choice of friends, Our good or evil name depends.
She who has never loved has never lived.
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