MondayMar 31, 2025
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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.
Women, like princes, find few real friends.
Where none admire, 't is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.
What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
The lover in the husband may be lost.
None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair.
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