Some By Experience Find Those Words Mis-placed:

Honor Is A Public Enemy, And Conscience A Domestic, And He That Would Secure His Pleasure, Must Pay A Tribute To One And Go Halves With T'other.

They Come Together Like The Coroner's Inquest, To Sit Upon The Murdered Reputations Of The Week.

Every Man Plays The Fool Once In His Live, But To Marry Is Playing The Fool All One's Life Long.

Nothing But You Can Lay Hold Of My Mind, And That Can Lay Hold Of Nothing But You.

Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak.