He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below.

Sweet is revenge--especially to women.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

Men freely believe that which they wish to be the truth.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.