You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!