Shall Ignorance Of Good And Ill Dare

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Of All Mechanics, Of All Servile Handycrafts-men, A Gamester Is The Vilest. But Yet, As Many Of The Quality Are Of The Profession, He Is Admitted Amongst The Politest Company.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?