Man And Wife Make One Fool.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

Still To Be Neat, Still To Be Drest, As You Were Going To A Feast, Still To Be Powder'd, All Perfum'd. Lady, It Is To Be Presumed, Though Art's Hid Causes Are Not Found, All Is Not Sweet, All Is Not Sound.

I Have No Urns, No Dusty Monuments; No Broken Images Of Ancestors, Wanting An Ear, Or Nose; No Forged Tales Of Long Descents, To Boast False Honors From.