How Happy Is The Blameless

Choose A Firm Cloud Before It Fall, And In It Catch, Ere She Change, The Cynthia Of This Minute.

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

Some Men's Wit Is Like A Dark Lantern, Which Serves Their Own Turn And Guides Them Their Own Way, But Is Never Known (according To The Scripture Phrase) Either To Shine Forth Before Men, Or To Glorify Their Father In Heaven.

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.