To So Perverse A Sex All Grace

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Jealousy's A Proof Of Love, But 'tis A Weak And Unavailing Medicine; It Puts Out The Disease And Makes It Show, But Has No Power To Cure.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.