Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults,

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.

Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From Heaven.

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

Most Women Have No Characters At All.