Necessity, The Mother Of Invention.

Since A Woman Must Wear Chains, I Would Have The Pleasure Of Hearing 'em Rattle A Little.

Hanging And Marriage, You Know, Go By Destiny.

There Is No Scandal Like Rags, Nor Any Crime So Shameful As Poverty.

Observe This, That Tho A Woman Swear, Forswear, Lie, Dissemble, Back-bite, Be Proud, Vain, Malicious, Anything, If She Secures The Main Chance, She's Still Virtuous; That's A Maxim.

How A Little Love And Good Company Improves A Woman.