He Look'd In Years, Yet In His

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

The End Of Satire Is The Amendment Of Vices By Correction; And He Who Writes Honestly Is No More An Enemy To The Offender Than The Physician To The Patient When He Prescribes Harsh Remedies.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.