Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Much Of The Force; As Well As Grace, Of Arguments Or Instructions Depends Their Conciseness.

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.

See Plastic Nature Working To This End, The Single Atoms Each To Other Tend, Attract, Attracted To, The Next In Place Form'd And Impell'd Its Neighbor To Embrace.

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.