I Learn To Pity Woes

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

What, Start At This! When Sixty Years Have Spread. Their Grey Experience O'er Thy Hoary Head? Is This The All Observing Age Could Gain? Or Hast Thou Known The World So Long In Vain?

Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.