True self-love and social are the same.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

So perish all who do the like again.