One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

There Should Be, Methinks, As Little Merit In Loving A Woman For Her Beauty As In Loving A Man For His Prosperity; Both Being Equally Subject To Change.

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There.

Choose A Firm Cloud Before It Fall, And In It Catch, Ere She Change, The Cynthia Of This Minute.

Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue, But Like A Shadow, Proves The Substance True.