How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind,

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.