Time Conquers All, And We Must Time

For Forms Of Government, Let Fools Contest; Whate'er Is Best Administered, Is Best.

The Cabinets Of The Sick And The Closets Of The Dead Have Been Ransacked To Publish Private Letters And Divulge To All Mankind The Most Secret Sentiments Of Friendship.

She Went From Opera, Park, Assembly, Play, To Morning Walks, And Prayers Three Hours A Day. To Part Her Time 'twixt Reading And Bohea, To Muse, And Spill Her Solitary Tea, Or O'er Cold Coffee Trifle With The Spoon, Count The Slow Clock, And Dine Exact At Noon.

To Dazzle Let The Vain Design, To Raise The Thought And Touch The Heart, Be Thine!

Pleased To The Last, He Crops The Flowery Food, And Licks The Hand Just Raised To Shed His Blood.