Nor Fame I Slight, Nor Her Favors

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!

Oft, As In Airy Rings They Skim The Heath, The Clamtrous Lapwings Feel The Leaden Death; Oft, As The Mounting Larks Their Notes Prepare They Fall, And Leave Their Little Lives In Air.

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age Of Cards.

It Is Observable That The Ladies Frequent Tragedies More Than Comedies; The Reason May Be, That In Tragedy Their Sex Is Deified And Adored, In Comedy Exposed And Ridiculed.