To Take Up Half On Trust, And

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!