Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell

It World Be Well Had We More Misers Than We Have Among Us.

Blame Where You Must, Be Candid Where You Can, And Be Each Critic The Good-natured Man.

We Had No Revolutions To Fear, Nor Fatigues To Undergo; All Our Adventures Were By The Fireside, And All Our Migrations From The Blue Bed To The Brown.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

I Do Not Love A Man Who Is Zealous For Nothing.