Chiefs Who No More In Bloody Fights

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

A Perfect Woman's But A Softer Man.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.

Ask For What End The Heavenly Bodies Shine, Earth For Whose Use? Pride Answers, 'tis For Mine For Me Kind Nature Wakes Her Genial Power, Suckles Each Herb, And Spreads Out Every Flower.

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.