The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

Never Does Nature Say One Thing And Wisdom Another. Variant: Wisdom And Nature! Are They Not The Same? Variant: Nature And Wisdon Always Speak Alike.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.