He Look'd In Years, Yet In His

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

If Thou Dost Still Retain The Same Ill Habits, The Same Follies, Too, Still Thou Art Bound To Vice, And Still A Slave.

We By Art Unteach What Nature Taught.

Wit Will Shine Through The Harsh Cadence Of A Rugged Line.