Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

She Who Ne'er Answers Till A Husband Cools, Or, If She Rules Him, Never Shows She Rules; Charms By Accepting, By Submitting, Sways, Yet Has Her Humor Most, When She Obeys.

Know Then This Truth, Enough For Man To Know Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

The Difference Is As Great Between The Optics Seeing As The Objects Seen. All Manners Take A Tincture From Our Own; Or Come Discolor'd Through Out Passions Shown; Or Fancy's Beam Enlarges, Multiplies, Contracts, Inverts, And Gives Ten Thousand Dyes.

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.