All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not

What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than A Song?

The Difference Is Too Nice - Where Ends The Virtue Or Begins The Vice.

Whether The Charmer Sinner It, Or Saint It, If Folly Grow Romantic, I Must Paint It.

Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults, I Hate Him Mortally.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.