He Makes His Cook His Merit, And

Virtue Is The First Title Of Nobility.

Show Some Mercy To This Chair Which Has Stretched Out Its Arms To You For So Long; Please Satisfy Its Desire To Embrace You!

Perfect Good Sense Shuns All Extremity, Content To Couple Wisdom With Sobriety.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

He Who Follows His Lessons Tastes A Profound Peace, And Looks Upon Everybody As A Bunch Of Manure.