Curse On All Laws But Those Which

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.

"with Ev'ry Pleasing, Ev'ry Prudent Part, Say, What Can Chloe Want?"-she Wants A Heart.

Lulled In The Countless Chambers Of The Brain, Our Thoughts Are Linked By Many A Hidden Chain; Awake But One, And In, What Myriads Rise!

Who Are Next To Knaves? Those That Converse With Them.

Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.