Is Not Absence Death To Those Who

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

Fly, Dotard, Fly! With Thy Wise Dreams And Fables Of The Sky.

What Can Ennoble Sots, Or Slaves, Or Cowards? Alas! Not All The Blood, Of All The Howards.

Reason's Whole Pleasure, All The Joys Of Sense, Lie In Three Words,-health, Peace, And Competence.

Fame, Wealth, And Honour! What Are You To Love?