Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

Horses (thou Say'st) And Asses Men May Try, And Ring Suspected Vessels Ere They Buy; But Wives, A Random Choice, Untried They Take; They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake; Then, Nor Till Then, The Veil's Removed Away, And All The Woman Glares In Open Day.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd

Ambition First Sprung From Your Blest Abodes: The Glorious Fault Of Angels And Of Gods.