Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.