Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure,

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.