No More Was Seen The Human Form

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

No Woman Ever Hates A Man For Being In Love With Her, But Many A Woman Hate A Man For Being A Friend To Her.

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky, For Those Who Greatly Think Or Bravely Die?

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.