Chaos Of Thought And Passion, All Confus'd.

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

Order Is Heaven's First Law.

No, Make Me Mistress To The Man I Love; If There Be Yet Another Name More Free More Fond Than Mistress, Make Me That To Thee!

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.