I Am A Fool, I

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.

O, Nothing Is More Alluring Than A Levee From A Couch In Some Confusion.

Delay Not Till Tomorrow To Be Wise; Tomorrow's Sun To Thee May Neve Rise.

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!