Date: 1710

"Blows only pass 'twixt Porters and their Trulls, / Where brutish Rage, instead of Reason, rules, / Those of our Rank, altho' the Cause be great, / Should scorn to jar at such a scoundrel Rate."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

When passion cools, "Reason may again bear Rule"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

Honour is a "Maggot that infects the giddy Brains / Of Cowards, Foold, rich Knaves, and Curtizans"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

London ladies are "All looking upwards, aiming with their Darts / To wound the Rich, and conquer wealthy Hearts"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"What stingy Avarice invades thy Mind?"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Gold such Patience can inspire, / And so debase the Soul of Man,"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Thy dying Words shall melt my stony Breast, / And pierce my weeping Soul whilst thou art blest"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Never from my repenting Thoughts depart, / But stand, like Brass, imprinted in my Heart."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"I took thee for a Saint, but find, alas! / Thy Heart is Iron, and thy Face is Brass;"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)