Know Ye Not Who Would

Pleasure's A Sin, And Sometimes Sin's A Pleasure.

Such Is Your Cold Coquette, Who Can't Say "no," And Won't Say "yes," And Keeps You On And Off-ing On A Lee-shore, Till It Begins To Blow, Then Sees Your Heart Wreck'd, With An Inward Scoffing.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

I Am Not Now That Which I Have Been.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?