Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.