A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.

The Scripture In Times Of Disputes Is Like An Open Town In Times Of War, Which Serves In Differently The Occasions Of Both Parties.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!

Then From The Mint Walks Forth The Man Of Rhyme, Happy To Catch Me, Just At Dinner-time.