Of Manners Gentle, Of Affections Mild; In

She Went From Opera, Park, Assembly, Play, To Morning Walks, And Prayers Three Hours A Day. To Part Her Time 'twixt Reading And Bohea, To Muse, And Spill Her Solitary Tea, Or O'er Cold Coffee Trifle With The Spoon, Count The Slow Clock, And Dine Exact At Noon.

Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

Did Some More Sober Critics Come Abroad? If Wrong, I Smil'd; If Right, I Kiss'd The Rod.

Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

Love, Free As Air, At Sight Of Human Ties, Spreads His Light Wings, And In A Moment Flies.