Be pain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me! and be quiet.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen. Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews; The rage but not the talent to abuse.

See how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest.

Civility costs nothing and buys everything.

'Tis a sort of duty to be rich, that it may be in one's power to do good, riches being another word for power.

It has all been very interesting.