Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.