Why Did I Write? What Sin To

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.