Faith Goes Out Through The Window When

I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Avarice.

The Lot Of Critics Is To Be Remembered By What They Failed To Understand.

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

Can't I Another's Face Commend, Or To Her Virtues Be A Friend, But Instantly Your Forehead Louers, As If Her Merit Lessen'd Yours?

But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her Very Shoe Has Power To Wound.