Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.

Who All In Raptures Their Own Works Rehearse, And Drawl Out Measur'd Prose, Which They Call Verse.

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Old Age, A Second Child, By Nature Curst With More And Greater Evils Than The First, Weak, Sickly, Full Of Pains: In Ev'ry Breath Railing At Life, And Yet Afraid Of Death.

Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The Sake Of Strife.