Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Nature Made Every Fop To Plague His Brother, Just As One Beauty Mortifies Another.

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.