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."
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Date: 1710
When passion cools, "Reason may again bear Rule"
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Date: 1710
"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd."
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Date: 1710
Honour is a "Maggot that infects the giddy Brains / Of Cowards, Foold, rich Knaves, and Curtizans"
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Date: 1710
London ladies are "All looking upwards, aiming with their Darts / To wound the Rich, and conquer wealthy Hearts"
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Date: 1710
"Gold such Patience can inspire, / And so debase the Soul of Man,"
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Date: 1710
"Thy dying Words shall melt my stony Breast, / And pierce my weeping Soul whilst thou art blest"
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Date: 1710
"Never from my repenting Thoughts depart, / But stand, like Brass, imprinted in my Heart."
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Date: 1710
"I took thee for a Saint, but find, alas! / Thy Heart is Iron, and thy Face is Brass;"
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