There Is No Greater Hell

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

One Woman Reads Another's Character Without The Tedious Trouble Of Deciphering

Aristotle Was The First Accurate Critic And Truest Judge Nay, The Greatest Philosopher The World Ever Had; For He Noted The Vices Of All Knowledges, In All Creatures, And Out Of Many Men's Perfections In A Science He Formed Still One Art.

Where It Concerns Himself, Who's Angry At A Slander, Makes It True.

Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity, If Men Had Wisdom.