A Youth Of Frolic, An

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Who Finds Not Providence All Good And Wise, Alike In What It Gives, And What Denies.

To Be, Contents His Natural Desire, He Asks No Angel's Wing, No Seraph's Fire; But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company. Go Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

A Man Of Business May Talk Of Philosophy; A Man Who Has None May Practice It.