Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To

It Is Very Natural For A Young Friend And A Young Lover To Think The Persons They Love Have Nothing To Do But To Please Them.

Poets Heap Virtues, Painters Gems, At Will, And Show Their Zeal, And Hide Their Want Of Skill.

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Women Use Lovers As They Do Cards; They Play With Them A While, And When They Have Got All They Can By Them, Throw Them Away, Call For New Ones, And Then Perhaps Lose By The New All They Got By The Old Ones.