The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.

For All The Happiness Mankind Can Gain Is Not In Pleasure, But In Rest From Pain.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.