Zeal, The Blind Conductor Of The Will.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

One Cannot Say He Wanted Wit, But Rather That He Was Frugal Of It.

By Education Most Have Been Misled.

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.