How Hard A Thing 'twould

No Mask Like Open Truth To Cover Lies, As To Go Naked Is The Best Disguise.

Musick Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast...

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.