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You, That Are Going To Be Married, Think Things Can Never Be Done Too Fast: But We That Are Old, And Know What We Are About, Must Elope Methodically, Madam.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

Wit Generally Succeeds More From Being Happily Addressed Than From Its Native Poignancy. A Jest, Calculated To Spread At A Gaming-table, May Be Received With, Perfect Indifference Should It Happen To Drop In A Mackerel-boat.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

Who, Born For The Universe, Narrow'd His Mind, And To Party Gave Up What Was Meant For Mankind; Though Fraught With All Learning, Yet Straining His Throat To Persuade Tommy Townshend To Lend Him A Vote. Who Too Deep For His Hearers Still Went On Refining, And Thought Of Convincing While They Thought Of Dining: Though Equal To All Things, For All Things Unfit; Too Nice For A Statesman, Too Proud For A Wit.