Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her

To Draw True Beauty Shows A Master's Hand.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.