A Disputant No More Cares For The

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

The Greatest Advantage I Know Of Being Thought A Wit By The World Is, That It Gives One The Greater Freedom Of Playing The Fool.

Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.