Health Consists With Temperance Alone.

Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

Oh! If To Dance All Night, And Dress All Day, Charm'd The Small-pox, Or Chas'd Old Age Away; . . . . To Patch, Nay Ogle, Might Become A Saint, Nor Could It Sure Be Such A Sin To Paint.

Such As Are Still Observing Upon Others Are Like Those Who Are Always Abroad At Other Men's Houses, Reforming Everything There While Their Own Runs To Ruin.

That Each From Other Differs, First Confess; Next That He Varies From Himself No Less.