Whether The Charmer Sinner It,

For Critics, As They Are Birds Of Prey, Have Ever A Natural Inclination To Carrion.

The Right Divine Of Kings To Govern Wrong.

Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus Unlamented Let Me Die, Steal From The World, And Not A Stone Tell Where I Lie.

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.