Order Is Heaven's First Law;

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.

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.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.

Woman's At Best A Contradiction Still.

To Pardon Those Absurdities In Ourselves Which We Cannot Suffer In Others Is Neither Better Nor Worse Than To Be More Willing To Be Fools Ourselves Than To Have Others So.