Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind

These Are The Effects Of Doting Age,--vain Doubts And Idle Cares And Over Caution.

Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or Kindle Soft Desire.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

How Easy It Is To Call Rogue And Villain, And That Wittily! But How Hard To Make A Man Appear A Fool, A Blockhead, Or A Knave, Without Using Any Of Those Opprobrious Terms! Tosparethegrossness Ofthenames, And To Dothe Thing Yet Moreseverely, Isto Drawa Full Face, And Tomake The Nose And Cheeks Stand Out, And Yet Not To Employ Any Depth Of Shadowing.