Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry. But Were We Burd'ned With Like Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain: So Thou, That Hast No Unkind Mate To Grieve Thee, With Urging Helpless Patience Wouldst Relieve Me; But If Thou Live To See Like Right Bereft, This Fool-begged Patience In Thee Will Be Left.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

A Sympathy In Choice.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.