A Family Is But Too Often A

Fair Tresses Man's Imperial Race Ensnare; And Beauty Draws Us With A Single Hair.

And Hence One Master-passion In The Breast, Like Aaron's Serpent, Swallows Up The Rest.

Reason, However Able, Cool At Best, Cares Not For Service, Or But Serves When Prest, Stays Till We Call, And Then Not Often Near.

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

Every Man Has Just As Much Vanity As He Wants Understanding.