Happy The Man, And Happy

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

To Breed Up The Son To Common Sense Is Evermore The Parent's Least Expense.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.