Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw.

Did Some More Sober Critics Come Abroad? If Wrong, I Smil'd; If Right, I Kiss'd The Rod.

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.

The Good Must Merit God's Peculiar Care; But Who But God Can Tell Us Who They Are?

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail, Reason The Card, But Passion Is The Gale; Nor God Alone In The Still Calm We Find, He Mounts The Storm, And Walks Upon The Wind.