Each Day My Reason Tells Me So;

A Laudation In Greek Is Of Marvellous Efficacy On The Title-page Of A Book.

I Have The Knack Of Easing Scruples.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Isn't The Greatest Rule Of All The Rules Simply To Please?

In Clothes As Well As Speech, The Man Of Sense Will Shun All These Extremes That Give Offense, Dress Unaffectedly, And, Without Haste, Follow The Changes In The Current Taste.