She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.
Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.