No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes