For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Nor in the critic let the man be lost. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of Mankind is Man. We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. Tis education forms the common mind, Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Most women have no characters at all.
But every woman is at heart a rake. A youth of frolics, an old age of cards. The ruling passion, be it what it will The ruling passion conquers reason still. Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes. What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.