Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's

Wit Is The Lowest Form Of Humor.

Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self- Love To Urge, And Reason To Restrain.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

But Touch Me, And No Minister So Sore. Whoe'er Offends, At Some Unlucky Time Slides Into Verse, And Hitches In A Rhyme, Sacred To Ridicule His Whole Life Long, And The Sad Burthen Of Some Merry Song.

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.