What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition To be fair.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition To be fair.
How much the wife is dearer than the bride.
For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
Where none admire, 't is useless to excel Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.
The lover in the husband may be lost.
Women, like princes, find few real friends.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories