Tis The Common Disease Of All Your

A Good Poet's Made As Well As Born.

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

Woman, The More Careful She Is About Her Face, The More Careless About Her House.

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.