Offend Her, And She Knows

How Loved, How Honored Once, Avails Thee Not, To Whom Related, Or By Whom Begot A Heap Of Dust Alone Remains Of Thee 'tis All Thou Art, And All The Proud Shall Be!

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.

Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offense.