Why Did I Write? What Sin To

Those Move Easiest Who Have Learn'd To Dance.

The Bookful Blockhead Ignorantly Read, With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head, With His Own Tongue Still Edifies His Ears, And Always List'ning To Himself Appears. All Books He Reads, And All He Reads Assails.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.

Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From Heaven.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confess, Some Are And Must Be Greater Than The Rest.