All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.