We May See The Small Value God

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

Still Follow Sense, Of Ev'ry Art The Soul, Parts Answering Parts Shall Slide Into A Whole.

Passions Are The Gales Of Life.

Women Use Lovers As They Do Cards; They Play With Them A While, And When They Have Got All They Can By Them, Throw Them Away, Call For New Ones, And Then Perhaps Lose By The New All They Got By The Old Ones.