What Some Call Health, If

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.

The Worst Of Madmen Is A Saint Run Mad.

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.

I Have More Zeal Than Wit.

Whoe'er He Be That Tells My Faults, I Hate Him Mortally.