Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The

Old Age, A Second Child, By Nature Curst With More And Greater Evils Than The First, Weak, Sickly, Full Of Pains: In Ev'ry Breath Railing At Life, And Yet Afraid Of Death.

When Fiction Rises Pleasing To The Eye, Men Will Believe, Because They Love The Lie; But Truth Herself, If Clouded With A Frown, Must Have Some Solemn Proof To Pass Her Down.

A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

With Curious Art The Brain, Too Finely Wrought, Preys On Herself, And Is Destroyed By Thought.