A Sly Old Fish, Too Cunning For

I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will Paint It, And As Bards Will Not.

See Time Has Touched Me Gently In His Race, And Left No Odious Furrows In My Face.

Temp'rate In Every Place--abroad, At Home, Thence Will Applause, And Hence Will Profit Come; And Health From Either--he In Time Prepares For Sickness, Age, And Their Attendant Cares.

Against Her Foes Religion Well Defends Her Sacred Truths, But Often Fears Her Friends.

Let's Learn To Live, For We Must Die Alone.