The Man Recovered Of The Bite, The

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters

A French Woman Is A Perfect Architect In Dress: She Never, With Gothic Ignorance, Mixes The Orders; She Never Tricks Out A Snobby Doric Shape With Corinthian Finery; Or, To Speak Without Metaphor, She Conforms To General Fashion Only When It Happens Not To Be Repugnant To Private Beauty.

And Fools Who Came To Scoff Remain'd To Pray.

To Husband Out Life's Taper At The Close, And Keep The Flames From Wasting By Repose.

While Resignation Gently Slopes Away, And All His Prospects Brightening To The Last, His Heaven Commences Ere The World Be Past.