A Noisy Man Is Always

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.

We Sacrifice To Dress Till Household Joys And Comforts Cease. Dress Drains Our Cellar Dry, And Keeps Our Larder Lean.

A Fool Must Now And Then Be Right, By Chance

There Is A Mixture Of Evil In Everything We Do; Indulgence Encourages Us To Encroach, While We Crabbe Exercise The Rights Of Children, We Become Childish.

Ye Therefore Who Love Mercy, Teach Your Sons To Love It, Too.