For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

By Education Most Have Been Misled; So They Believe, Because They Were Bred. The Priest Continues Where The Nurse Began, And Thus The Child Imposes On The Man.