That Each From Other Differs,

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Count All Th' Advantage Prosperous Vice Attains, 'tis But What Virtue Flies From And Disdains: And Grant The Bad What Happiness They Would, One They Must Want--which Is, To Pass For Good.

And Write About It, Goddess, And About It!