Nor In The Critic Let The Man

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.

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

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

On Cold December Fragrant Chaplets Blow, And Heavy Harvests Nod Beneath The Snow.

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.