Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
Praising all alike, is praising none.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.