Offend Her, And She Knows Not To

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.

Who Sees With Equal Eye, As God Of All, A Hero Perish Or A Sparrow Fall, Atoms Or Systems Into Ruin Hurl'd, And Now A Bubble Burst, And Now A World.

A Youth Of Frolic, An Old Age Of Cards.

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There. These Equal Syllables Alone Require, Though Oft The Ear The Open Vowels Tire While Expletives Their Feeble Aid Do Join, And Ten Low Words Oft Creep In One Dull Line.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye.