Consult The Genius Of The Place, That

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.