The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where

Damn'd Neuters, In Their Middle Way Of Steering, Are Neither Fish, Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

The Sooner You Treat Your Son As A Man, The Sooner He Will Be One.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.