Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He Joys To Pull The Ripened Pear.