I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Oft, As In Airy Rings They Skim The Heath, The Clamtrous Lapwings Feel The Leaden Death; Oft, As The Mounting Larks Their Notes Prepare They Fall, And Leave Their Little Lives In Air.

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.

I Am Satisfied To Trifle Away My Time, Rather Than Let It Stick By Me.