Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

That Thou Art Blamed Shall Not Be Thy Defect, For Slander's Mark Was Ever Yet The Fair; The Ornament Of Beauty Is Suspect, A Crow That Flies In Heaven's Sweetest Air.

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.