An Undying Hatred, And A

Bad Men Hate Sin Through Fear Of Punishment; Good Men Hate Sin Through Their Love Of Virtue.

Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Nothing Is More Audacious Than These Women When Detected; They Assume Anger, And Take Courage From The Very Crime Itself.

A Woman Is Most Merciless When Shame Goads On Her Hate