They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

Happy The Man Whose Wish And Care A Few Paternal Acres Bound, Content To Breathe His Native Air In His Own Ground.

Authors, Like Coins, Grow Dear As They Grow Old.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

To Rest, The Cushion And Soft Dean Invite, Who Never Mentions Hell To Ears Polite.