Fame is the last infirmity of the human mind.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.

Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.

With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.