All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In

Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

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.

Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

An Excuse Is Worse And More Terrible Than A Lie; For An Excuse Is A Lie Guarded.

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!