A fop? In this brave, licentious age To bring his musty morals on the…

He ought not to pretend to friendship's name, Who reckons not himself and friend the same.

He, who the rules of temperance neglects, From a good cause may produce vile effects.

He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman's will.

Friendship's an empty name, made to deceive Those whose good nature tempts them to believe: There's no such thing on earth; the best that we Can hope for here is faint neutrality.

Happiness is a stranger to mankind, And, like to a forc'd motion, it is ever Strongest at the beginning; then languishing With time, grows weary of our company.

For 'tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell.