A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.

Pleasures Are Ever In Our Hands Or Eyes; And When In Act They Cease, In Prospect Rise.

For Critics, As They Are Birds Of Prey, Have Ever A Natural Inclination To Carrion.