In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

Were I Laid On Greenland's Coast, And In My Arms Embrac'd My Lass; Warm Amidst Eternal Frost, Too Soon The Half Year's Night Would Pass.

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.

Do You Think Your Mother And I Should Have Lived Comfortably So Long Together, If Ever We Had Been Married? Baggage!

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.