An Excuse Is Worse And More Terrible

Speed The Soft Intercourse From Soul To Soul, And Waft A Sigh From Indus To The Pole.

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.

True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed; What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

Women Use Lovers As They Do Cards; They Play With Them A While, And When They Have Got All They Can By Them, Throw Them Away, Call For New Ones, And Then Perhaps Lose By The New All They Got By The Old Ones.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.