I Do Not Love A Man Who

Our Pleasures Are Short, And Can Only Charm At Intervals; Love Is A Method Of Protraction Our Greatest Pleasure.

They Please, Are Pleas'd, They Give To Get Esteem Till, Seeming Blest, They Grow To What They Seem.

True Genius Walks Along A Line, And, Perhaps, Our Greatest Pleasure Is In Seeing It So Often Near Falling, Without Being Ever Actually Down.

A Flattering Painter, Who Made It His Care To Draw Men As They Ought To Be, Not As They Are.

Honour Sinks Where Commerce Long Prevails.