Detested Sport, That Owes Its Pleasures To

All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

It Is A General Rule Of Judgment, That A Mischief Should Rather Be Admitted Than An Inconvenience.

Time, As He Passes Us, Has A Dove's Wing, Unsoil'd, And Swift, And Of A Silken Sound.

Anticipated Rents, And Bills Unpaid, Force Many A Shining Youth Into The Shade, Not To Redeem His Time, But His Estate, And Play The Fool, But At The Cheaper Rate.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.