A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

Of All The Causes Which Conspire To Blind Man's Erring Judgement, And Misguide The Mind, What The Weak Head With Strongest Bias Rules, Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.

Pretty! In Amber To Observe The Forms Of Hairs, Of Straws, Or Dirt, Or Grubs, Or Worms! The Things, We Know, Are Neither Rich Nor Rare, But Wonder How The Devil They Got There.

Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly, The Light Militia Of The Lower Sky.

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

Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's Word, And Lo! Two Puddings Smok'd Upon The Board.