An Epigram on Woman

SINCE Man's a Little World, to make it great
Add Woman, and the Metaphor's compleat;
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.