Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.
Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.