Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults,

Honor And Shame From No Condition Rise. Act Well Your Part: There All The Honor Lies.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

This Long Disease, My Life.

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.