Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently

The Best Way To Prove The Clearness Of Our Mind, Is By Showing Its Faults; As When A Stream Discovers The Dirt At The Bottom, It Convinces Us Of The Transparency And Purity Of The Water.

The Lamb Thy Riot Dooms To Bleed Today, Had He Thy Reason, Would He Skip And Play? Pleas'd To The Last He Crops The Flow'ry Food, And Licks The Hand Just Rais'd To Shed His Blood.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.