1. To the dull angry World let's prove/There's a Religion in our Love
2. What though the fading year/One wreath will not afford/To grace the poet's hair/Or deck the festal board
3. The stubborn plough had then/Made no rude rapes upon the virgin Earth;/Who yielded of her own accord her plenteous birth
4. They're Wise to keep us Slaves for well they know,/If we were loose, we soon should make them, so
5. We all live by mistake, delight in Dreams, /Lost to ourselves, and dwelling in Exstreams
6. I cannot help lamenting that women of a superiour cast have not a road open by which they can pursue more extensive plans of usefulness and independence
7. True judges, might condemn their want of witt,/And all might say, they're by a Woman writ
8. Each Woman has her weaknesse; mine indeed/Is still to write tho' hopless to succeed
9. But say, O whither hast thou ranged? Why dost thou blush a crimson hue?/Thy fair complexion's greatly changed: Why, I can scarce believe 'tis you
10. Goddess of Culinary Art,/Now take possession of my heart!/Teach me more winning arts to try,/To salt the ham, to mix the pie
11. Excessive but unintentional flattery is another fault into which a strong sensibility is in danger of leading its possessor
12. Didst thou e'er fail in all thy life before? When vice, disease, and scandal lead the way,/With what officious haste dost thou obey!
13. But never did young Shepherdess, /Gath'ring of Fern upon the Plain,/More nimbly draw her Fingers back, /Finding beneath the verdant Leaves a Snake
14. He soon would learn to think like me/And bless his ravished sight to see/Such order from confusion sprung,/Such gaudy tulips raised from dung.
15. With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain,/While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain
16. As lovers use, he gazes on my face/With eyes that languish, as they sued for grace./Wholly subdued by my victorious charms,/See how his head reposes in my arms.
17. Make treacherous Man thy subject, not thy friend;/Thou mayst command, but never canst be free
18. She only asks to lay her burden down/That her glad arms that burden may resume
19. Why at this time of night was your cobweb door set open dear spider--but to catch flies?
20. Lord, Sir, you mistake my candid meaning still. I am content to be a Cuckold, Sir--but I wou'd have things done decently, d'ye mind me?
21. But such a Carcase 'twas--deliver me--so rivell'd, lean and rough--a Canvas Bag of wooden Ladles were a better Bed-fellow
22. I don't know whether you understand anything of this Gibberish, but you must believe that you possess in me the most perfect friend and the most passionate lover
23. I think I have read somewhere that Women always speak in rapture when they speak of Beauty, but I can't imagine why they should not be allow'd to do so.
24. …Remote from Noise, from business, and from Strife,/Those constant curst Attendants of the Great;/I freely can with my own Thoughts converse…
25. No trembling at the great ones Frowns,/Nor any slavery of State
26. A thousand pretty ways we'll find /To mock old Winter's starving reign;/We'll bid the violets spring again
27. They fear we should excel their sluggish Parts,/Should we attempt the Sciences and Arts./Pretend they were design'd for them alone,/So keep us Fools…
28. Cold would be the heart of a husband, were not rendered unnatural by early debauchery, who did not feel more delight at seeing his child suckled by its mother
29. …equally necessary and independent of each other, because each fulfilled the respective duties of their station, possessed all that life could give.
30. Till now, I cursed my birth, my education,/And more the scanted customs of the nation:/Permitting not the female sex to tread…
31. To write, or read, or think, or to enquire/Wou'd cloud our beauty, and exhaust our time
32. (So weak are all since our first breach with Heav'n)/Ther's lesse to be Applauded then forgiven.
33. She cries,"All this to love and rapture's due;/Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?"
34. The frighted hare from dogs does run/But not attempts to bear a gun
35. She longs to fold to her maternal breast/Part of herself, yet to herself unknown
36. A thousand pleasant arts we'll have/To add new feathers to the wings of time.
37. When all alone in some belov'd Retreat,/Remote from noise, from Bus'ness and from Strife
38. We both diffuse, and both ingross/And we whose minds are so much one,/Never, yet ever are alone.
39. Then no rough sound of war's alarms/Had taught the world the needless use of arms/Then comes the last, the fatal slavery,/The husband with insulting tyranny
40. Tis good not to be born; but if we must/The next good is soon to return to dust.
41. Proud of their weakness, however, they must always be protected, guarded from care, and all the rough toils that dignify the mind.
42. A woman here, leads fainting Israel on,/She fights, she wins, she triumphs with a song.
43. Was it for this, O graceless child!/Was it for this, you learned to spell?
44. Goddess of culinary Art,/Now take possession of my heart!
45. Flippancy, impetuosity, resentment, and violence of spirit, grow out of this disposition, which will be rather promoted than corrected, by the system of education on which we have been animadverting
46. Thou treacherous base, deserter of my flame/False to my passion, fatal to my fame,/Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove/So true to lewdness, so untrue to love?
47. He lifts the lid, there needs no more:/He smelt it all the time before/As from within Pandora's Box,/When Epimetheus oped the locks, /A sudden universal crew/Of humane evils upwards flew
48. "I'll so describe your dressing room/The very Irish will not come."/She answered short, "I'm glad you'll write. You'll furnish paper when I shite.
49. Permit a name that more approaches Truth: /And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth.
50. And nature's sharpest pangs her wishes crown,/That free thee living from thy living tomb.
51. Oh, how fatal are forc'd marriages! How many ruins one such match pulls on!
52. I walked almost all over the Town Yesterday, incognito, in my slippers without receiving one spot of dirt.
53. Instinct the hound does better teach,/Who never undertook to preach;/The frighted hare from dogs does run/But not attmpts to bear a gun./Here many noble thoughts occur/But I prolixity abhor,/And will pursue th'instructive tale/To show the wise in some things fail.
54. Her Hands his Bosom softly meet,/But not to put him back design'd,/Rather to draw 'em on inclin'd:/Whilst he lay trembling at her Feet,/Resistance 'tis in vain to show;/She wants the pow'r to say--Ah! What d'ye do?
56. I was invited to dine with the Grand Vizier's Lady and twas with a great deal of pleasure I prepaid myselfe for an entertainment which was never given before to any Christian.
57. Time scapes our Hands as Water in a Sieve,/We come to die e'er we begin to live.
58. But such a Carcase 'twas--deliver me--so rivell'd, lean and rough--a Canvas Bag of wood Ladles were a better Bed-fellow.
59. Haste, little captive, burst thy prison doors!/Launch into the living world, and spring to light!
60. In Nature's school, by her soft maxims taught, /That separate rights are lost in mutual love.
61. A wishing, weak, unmoving lump I lie.
62. His foul imagination links/Each dame he sees with all her stinks;/And, if unsavory odors fly/Conceives a lady standing by.
63. But now this is the proper place/Where morals stare me in the face,/And for the sake of fine expression/I'm forced to make a small digression.
64. Blest age: when ev'ry purling stream/Ran undisturbed and clear,/When no scorned shepherds on your banks are seen/Tortured by love, by jealousy, or fear.
65. How much more respectable is the woman who earns her own bread by fulfilling any duty, than the most accomplished beauty!
66. Alas! A woman that attempts the pen,/Such an intruder on the rights of men.
67. Each Woman has a weaknesse; mine indeed/Is still to write tho' hopeless to succeed.
68. I cannot help lamenting that women of a superiour cast have not a road open by which they can pursue more extensive plans of usefulness and independence.
69. I envy none, nor wish a happier State…
70. Divided Joys are tedious found,/And Griefs united easier grow
71. Oh cursed Honor! Thou who first didst damn/A woman to the sin of shame…
72. But now I'll keep you here secure,/No more you view the smoky sky…
73. Women are, in common with men, rendered weak and luxurious by the relaxing pleasures which wealth procures; but added to this they are made slaves to their persons, and must render them alluring that man may lend them his reason to guide their tottering steps aright.
74. What can be a more melancholy sight to a thinking mind, than to look into the numerous carriages that drive helter-skelter about this metropolis in a morning full of pale-faced creatures who are flying from themselves.
75. True judges, might condemn their want of witt,/And all might say, theyre by a Woman writt.
76. And Eloise in her tin shall mourn/Disastrous fate and love forlorn
77. It is of importance in forming the female character, that those on whom this task devolves should possess so much penetration as accurately to discern the degree of sensibility, and so much judgment as to accommodate the treatment to the individual character.
78. They have heard sensibility highly commended, without having heard anything of those bounds and senses which were intended to confine it, and without having been imbued with that principle which would have given it a beneficial direction…
79. Tis so to make way for a powerful rival, the viceroy's son, who has the advantage of me, in being a man of fortune, a spaniard, and her brother's friend, which gives him liberty to make his court...
80. Non, no, Pox on't, all women are not Jilts. Some are honest , and will give as well as take; or else there would not be so many broke I'th' City.
81. Divided Joys are tedious found,/And griefs united easier grow:/We are ourselves but by rebound/And all our Titles shuffled so,/Both Princes, and both Subjects too.
82. Here's no Disguise or Treachery/Nor any deep conceal'd Design:/From Blood and Plots this Place is free/And calm as are those Looks of thing.
83. We'll dress his withered cheecks in flowers,/And on his smooth bald head/Fantaqstic garlands bind:/Garlands which we'll get /From the gay blooms of that immortal year…
84. Then no rough sound of war's alarms/Had taught the world the needless use of arms/Monarchs were uncreated then/Those arbitrary rulers over men/Kings that made laws, first broke 'em, and the Gods/By teaching us religion first, first set the world at odds.
85. We will our Rights in Learnings World maintain,/Wits Empire, now, shall know a Female Reign:/Come all ye Fair, the great Attempt improve/Divinely imitate the Realms above:/There's ten celestial Females govern wit/And but two Gods that dare pretend to it:/And shall these finite Males reverse their Rules,/No, we'll be Wits, and then Men must be Fools.
86. We govern not ourselves, but loose the Reigns,/Counting our Bondage to a thousand chains:/And with as many slaves content/As there are Tyrants ready to torment/We live upon a Rack, extended still/To one Extream or both, but always ill.
87. Till now I cursed my birth my education/And more the scanted customs of the nation/Permitting not the female sex to treat/The might paths of learned heroes dead/The god-like Virgil, and great Homer's verse,/Like diviine mysteries are concealed from us
88. Though beauteous wonder of a different kind/Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis joined…
89. No terror sits upon his awful brow,/Where fierceness reigned, there calmness triumphs now…
90. What powers lie folded in thy curious frame,--Senses from objects locked, and mind from thought!/How little canst thou guess thy lofty claim/To grasp at all the worlds the almighty wrought!
91. No--I am for things possible and Natural:/Some Female Devil, old and damn'd to Ugliness,/And past all Hopes of Courtship and Address,/Full of another Devil called Desire,/Has seen this Face--this Shape--this Youth,/And thinks it's worth her Hire. It must be so:/I must moil on in the damn'd dirty Road,/And sure such Pay will make the Journey easy:/And for the Price of the dull drudging Night,/All Day I'll purchase new and fresh Delight.
92. …and I cannot help looking with partial Eyes on my Native Land….I pray God I may think so for the rest of my Life, and since I must be contented with our scanty allowance of Daylight, that I may forget the enlivening Sun of Constantinople.
93. "...we are never to judge of the Elevation of an Expression in an Ancient Author by the Sound it carrys with us, which may be extremely fine with them, at the same time it looks low or uncouth to us"
94. Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be/Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,/Permit a Name that more Approaches Truth:/And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth.
95. They tell us, we mistake our sex and way; /Good breeding, fashion, dancing, dressing, play/Are the accomplishments we shou'd desire;/ To write, or read, or think, or to enquire/Wou'd cloud our beauty, and exaust our time
96. Alas my Petrarch's gentle loves!/My Tasso's rich enchanted groves!/My Ariosto's fairy dreams,/And all my loved Italian themes!
97. There night-gloves made of Tripsy's hide,/Bequeth'd by Tripsy when she died,/With puppy water, beauty's help,/Distilled from Tripsy's darling whelp
98. He must be as hot Vesuvious that does--I shall never earn my Morning's Present
99. Pray tell me sir, are you not guilty of the same mercenary crime, when a lady is proposed to you for a wife, you never ask how fair-discreet -or virtuos she is; but what's her fortune- which if but small you cry....
100. Alas, poor pupsey- was it sick- look here- here's a fine thing to make it well again. Come buss, and it shall have it- oh, how I long for Night.

I will be adding a few more quotations later from MWM's letters and Aphra Behn's plays. Sorry--but needed to leave to pick up my children.