How Happy Could I Be With Either,

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.

To Cheat A Man Isnothing; But The Womanmust Have Fine Parts Indeed Who Cheats A Woman!