Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

"with Ev'ry Pleasing, Ev'ry Prudent Part, Say, What Can Chloe Want?"-she Wants A Heart.

Oh! If To Dance All Night, And Dress All Day, Charm'd The Small-pox, Or Chas'd Old Age Away; . . . . To Patch, Nay Ogle, Might Become A Saint, Nor Could It Sure Be Such A Sin To Paint.

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends