Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

Who Combats Bravely Is Not Therefore Brave, He Dreads A Death-bed Like The Meanest Slave: Who Reasons Wisely Is Not Therefore Wise,- His Pride In Reasoning, Not In Acting Lies.

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

Who Sees Pale Mammom Pine Amidst His Store, Sees But A Backward Steward For The Poor.