The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign,

There Should Be, Methinks, As Little Merit In Loving A Woman For Her Beauty As In Loving A Man For His Prosperity; Both Being Equally Subject To Change.

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

Never Find Fault With The Absent.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?