Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
History - the devil's scripture
Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.