The Life Of A Wit Is A

Yet Graceful Ease, And Sweetness Void Of Pride, Might Hide Her Faults, If Belles Had Faults To Hide: If To Her Share Some Female Errors Fall, Look On Her Face, And You'll Forget 'em All.

Order Is Heaven's First Law.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.

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