Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

A perfect woman's but a softer man.

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.