Who Breaks A Butterfly On A Wheel?

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

At Length Corruption, Like A General Flood (so Long By Watchful Ministers Withstood), Shall Deluge All; And Avarice, Creeping On, Spread Like A Low-born Mist, And Blot The Sun.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Content If Hence Th' Unlearn'd Their Wants May View, The Learn'd Reflect On What Before They Knew.