The Same Ambition Can Destroy Or Save,

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?

Order Is Heaven's First Law.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows, And The Smooth Stream In Smoother Numbers Flows; But When Loud Surges Lash The Sounding Shore, The Hoarse Rough Verse Should Like The Torrent Roar. When Ajax Strives Some Rock's Vast Weight To Throw, The Line Too Labours, And The Words Move Slow: Not So When Swift Camilla Scours The Plain, Flies O'er Th' Unbending Corn, And Skims Along The Main.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.