Morn, Wak'd By The Circling Hours, With

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

O Why Did God, Creator Wise, That Peopled Highest Heav'n With Spirits Masculine, Create At Last This Novelty On Earth, This Fair Defect Of Nature, And Not Fill The World At Once With Men As Angels Without Feminine, Or Find Some Other Way To Generate Mankind?

Wickedness Is Weakness.

The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence.

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.