Odious! in woollen! 'twould a saint provoke,
Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.
Epistle ii. Line 15.
Whether the charmers sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Line 43.
Fine by defect and delicately weak.
Line 97.
With too much quickness ever to be taught,
With too much thinking to have common thought.
Line 215.
Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
But every woman is at heart a rake.