Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.