Whatever Is, Is Right.

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.

Women Use Lovers As They Do Cards; They Play With Them A While, And When They Have Got All They Can By Them, Throw Them Away, Call For New Ones, And Then Perhaps Lose By The New All They Got By The Old Ones.

While Pensive Poets Painful Vigils Keep, Sleepless Themselves, To Give Their Readers Sleep.

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.