No Mask Like Open Truth To Cover

Men Are Apt To Offend ('tis True) Where They Find Most Goodness To Forgive.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

She Once Used Me With That Insolence, That In Revenge I Took Her To Pieces; Sifted Her, And Separated Her Failings; I Studied 'em, And Got 'em By Rote. The Catalogue Was So Large, That I Was Not Without Hopes, One Day Or Other To Hate Her Heartily.

Defer Not Till To-morrow To Be Wise, To-morrow's Sun To Thee May Never Rise; Or Should To-morrow Chance To Cheer Thy Sight With Her Enlivening And Unlook'd For Light, How Grateful Will Appear Her Dawning Rays! As Favours Unexpected Doubly Please.

Women Like Flames Have A Destroying Power; Never To Be Quenched Till They Themselves Devour.