SINCE Man's a Little World, to make it great Add Woman, and the metaphor's complete; Nature this piece with utmost skill design'd, And made her of a substance more refin'd, But wretched Man, compos'd of dust and clay, Must like all earthly things, with Time decay; While she may justly boast of what's eternal, A Heav'nly Count'nance, and a Heart Infernal. |