A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Reproachful speech from either side The want of argument supplied; They rail, reviled; as often ends The contests of disputing friends.

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

When rattling bones together fly, / From the four corners of the sky.

And all to leave, what with this toil he won, / To that unfeathered, two-legged thing, a son.