Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

Pleasure, Or Wrong Or Rightly Understood, Our Greatest Evil, Or Our Greatest Good.