Manners with Fortunes, Humours turn with Climes, Tenets with Books, and Principles with Times.

One science only will one genius fit, So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

To John I owed great obligation: But John unhandsomely thought fit To publish it to all the nation; Sure John and I are more than quit.

Such as she is, who died to-day, Such thou alas! mayst be to-morrow.

Love, well thou know'st no partnership allows, Cupid averse rejects divided vows.

Love and life are for to-day.