The Grave Unites; Where E'en

And Bear About The Mockery Of Woe To Midnight Dances And The Public Show.

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.

No Writing Is Good That Does Not Tend To Better Mankind In Some Way Or Other.

To Be Angry Is To Revenge The Faults Of Others On Ourselves.

E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To Me.