Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil

The Greatest Advantage I Know Of Being Thought A Wit By The World Is, That It Gives One The Greater Freedom Of Playing The Fool.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Who Know But He, Whose Hand The Lightning Forms, Who Heaves Old Ocean, And Who Wings The Storms, Pours Fierce Ambition In A Caesar's Mind.

Get Place And Wealth, If Possible With Grace; If Not, By Any Means Get Wealth And Place.

These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!