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When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And Finds Too Late That Men Betray, What Charm Can Soothe Her Melancholy, What Art Can Wash Her Guilt Away?

Of Praise A Mere Glutton, He Swallow'd What Came, And The Puff A Dunce, He Mistook It For Fame; Till His Relish Grown Callous, Almost To Displease, Who Pepper'd The Highest Was Surest To Please.

The Pictures Placed For Ornament And Use, The Twelve Good Rules, The Royal Game Of Goose.

The First Time I Read An Excellent Book, It Is To Me Just As If I Had Gained A New Friend. When I Read A Book Over I Have Perused Before, It Resembles The Meeting With An Old One.

Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.