A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word

Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.