Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However Great.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.