'That same thing, the Word _Love_, is a Fig-Leaf to cover the naked Sense, a Fashion brought up by _Eve_, the Mother of Jilts, she Cuckold her Husband with the Serpent, then pretended to Modesty, and fell a making of Plackets. 'Let him be in Misery and be damn'd. 'And a Pox on thee for't. 'Prithee Dress and be damn'd. 'Pox on 'em: Pox on you all Whores. 'Pox take him. 'Rot me. 'Let him Plague you, Pox you, and damn you; I don't care and be damn'd. _The following Expressions are transcribed out of the Plays that have been Acted and Printed since they were Indicted for the horrid Passages above-recited._ _In the Comedy call'd, 'The False Friend. 1702'._ Pag. 7. 'Pox take ye. Pag. 12 'The Devil fetch me, &c. Pag. 22. 'Heaven's Blessing must needs fall upon so dutiful a Son; but I don't know how its Judgments may deal with so indifferent a Lover. Pag. 28. 'Say that 'tis true, you are married to another, and that a---- Twou'd be a Sin to think of any Body but your Husband, and that ---- You are of a timorous Nature, and afraid of being damn'd. 'How have I lov'd, to Heaven I appeal; but Heaven does now permit that Love no more. 'Why does it then permit us Life and Thought? Are we deceiv'd in its Omnipotence? Is it reduc'd to find its Pleasure in its Creature's Pain? Pag. 33. '_Leonora_'s Charms turn Vice to Virtue, Treason into Truth; Nature, who has made her the Supream Object of our Desires must needs have design'd her the Regulator of our Morals. 'There he goes I'faith; he seem'd as if he had a Qualm just now; but he never goes without a Dram of Conscience-water about him to set Matters right again. Pag. 43. 'Speak, or by all the Flame and Fire of Hell eternal; speak, or thou art dead. _In the 'Inconstant', or the 'Way to Win him. 1702'._ Pag. 10. 'My Blessing! Damn ye, you young Rogue. Pag. 20. 'What do you pray for? Why, for a Husband; that is, you implore Providence to assist you in the just and pious Design of making the wisest of his Creatures a Fool, and the Head of the Creation a Slave. Pag. 43. 'But don't you think there is a great deal of Merit in dedicating a beautiful Face to the Service of Religion? 'Not half so much as devoting them to a pretty Fellow. If our Femality had no Business in this World, why was it sent hither? Let's dedicate our beautiful Minds to the Service of Heaven: And for our handsom Persons, they become a Box at the Play, as well as a Pew in the Church. _In the 'Modish Husband'._ Pag. 12. 'She's mad with the Whimsies of Virtue and the Devil. Pag. 28. 'I think Wit the most impertinent thing that belongs to a Woman, except Virtue. Pag. 47. 'The Devil fetch him. Pag. 50. 'I'm going towards Heaven, Sirrah; it must be the Way to my Mistress. _In the Play call'd, 'Vice Reclaim'd', &c._ Pag. 15. 'Now the Devil take that dear false agreeable; what shall I call him, _Wilding_. But I'll go home and pray heartily we may meet again to morrow. 'By Heaven, &c.