The Life Of A Wit Is A

How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet Keep The Sense, And Love The Offender, Yet Detest The Offence?

Tis Use Alone That Sanctifies Expense And Splendor Borrow All Her Rays From Sense.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

The Laughers Are A Majority.