Women, As They Are Like Riddles In

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

From The Moment One Sets Up For An Author, One Must Be Treated As Ceremoniously, That Is As Unfaithfully, "as A King's Favorite Or A King.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

For When Success A Lover's Toil Attends,few Ask, If Fraud Or Force Attain'd His Ends