Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

No Further Seek His Merits To Disclose, Or Draw His Frailties From Their Dread Abode (there They Alike In Trembling Hope Repose), The Bosom Of His Father And His God.