Men Who Ape The Saint

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than Woman.

Who Is To Guard The Guards Themselves?

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.