In A False Quarrel There Is No

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.