Most Women Have No Characters At All.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

Heav'n First Taught Letters For Some Wretch's Aid, Some Banish'd Lover, Or Some Captive Maid.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

Who Pants For Glory, Finds But Short Repose; A Breath Revives Him, Or A Breath O'erthrows.

Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws, And Sit Attentive To His Own Applause.