Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.