Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The

But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not Stand, And Fortune's Ice Prefers To Virtue's Land.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!