Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

The Zeal Of Fools Offends At Any Time.

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.

A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.

Words Are Like Leaves; And Where They Most Abound, Much Fruit Of Sense Beneath Is Rarely Found.