True Self-love And Social Are The Same.

Pretty! In Amber To Observe The Forms Of Hairs, Of Straws, Or Dirt, Or Grubs, Or Worms! The Things, We Know, Are Neither Rich Nor Rare, But Wonder How The Devil They Got There.

Good-humor Only Teaches Charms To Last, Still Makes New Conquests And Maintains The Past.

Of Darkness Visible So Much Be Lent, As Half To Show, Half Veil, The Deep Intent.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!