Why Did I Write? What Sin To

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In Wit A Man; Simplicity, A Child.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

Whether With Reason, Or With Instinct Blest, Know, All Enjoy That Pow'r Which Suits Them Best.

And Each Blasphemer Quite Escape The Rod, Because The Insult's Not On Man, But God?