No Creature Smarts So Little

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Let Sinful Bachelors Their Woes Deplore; Full Well They Merit All They Feel, And More: Unaw By Precepts, Human Or Divine, Like Birds And Beasts, Promiscuously They Join.

Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.