Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.

At Length Corruption, Like A General Flood (so Long By Watchful Ministers Withstood), Shall Deluge All; And Avarice, Creeping On, Spread Like A Low-born Mist, And Blot The Sun.

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.