Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

Heav'n From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate, All But The Page Prescribed, Their Present State: From Brutes What Men, From Men What Spirits Know: Or Who Could Suffer Being Here Below?

Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

A Disputant No More Cares For The Truth Than The Sportsman For The Hare.

A Fly, A Grape-stone, Or A Hair Can Kill.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.