This Long Disease, My Life.

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye. [and Therefore The Solution Is To Fix The Jaundiced Eye.]

Let Sinful Bachelors Their Woes Deplore; Full Well They Merit All They Feel, And More: Unaw By Precepts, Human Or Divine, Like Birds And Beasts, Promiscuously They Join.

It Is Not So Much The Being Exempt From Faults, As Having Overcome Them, That Is An Advantage To Us.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.