Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

She Went From Opera, Park, Assembly, Play, To Morning Walks, And Prayers Three Hours A Day. To Part Her Time 'twixt Reading And Bohea, To Muse, And Spill Her Solitary Tea, Or O'er Cold Coffee Trifle With The Spoon, Count The Slow Clock, And Dine Exact At Noon.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

He Best Can Paint Them Who Shall Feel Them Most.

The Most Positive Men Are The Most Credulous.

Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.