Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

I Hate The Man Who Builds His Name On Ruins Of Another's Fame. Thus Prudes, By Characters O'erthrown, Imagine That They Raise Their Own. Thus Scribblers, Covetous Of Praise, Think Slander Can Transplant The Bays.

By Outward Show Let's Not Be Cheated; An Ass Should Like An Ass Be Treated.

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.

But His Kiss Was So Sweet, And So Closely He Pressed, That I Languished And Pined Till I Granted The Rest.