Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

My Lord, They Say Five Moons Were Seen To-night-- Four Fixed, And The Fifth Did Whirl About The Other Four In Wondrous Motion.

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.