O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

Well, Something Must Be Done For May, The Time Is Drawing Nigh-- To Figure In The Catalogue, And Woo The Public Eye. Something I Must Invent And Paint; But Oh My Wit Is Not Like One Of Those Kind Substantives That Answer Who And What?

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.