Virtue She Finds Too Painful

What Nature Wants, Commodious Gold Bestows; 'tis Thus We Cut The Bread Another Sows.

Some Men's Wit Is Like A Dark Lantern, Which Serves Their Own Turn And Guides Them Their Own Way, But Is Never Known (according To The Scripture Phrase) Either To Shine Forth Before Men, Or To Glorify Their Father In Heaven.

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.

Oft In Dreams Invention We Bestow To Change A Flounce Or Add A Furbelow.

Whate'er The Passion, Knowledge, Fame, Or Pelf, Not One Will Change His Neighbor With Himself.