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.
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Women, like princes, find few real friends.
Permalink to quote #2 What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.
Permalink to quote #3 The lover in the husband may be lost.
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