I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew;

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

No Craving Void Left Aching In The Soul.

Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be, Few In The Extreme, But All In The Degree.

All Seems Infected That Th' Infected Spy, As All Looks Yellow To The Jaundiced Eye.

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.