Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

The villain's censure is extorted praise.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.

Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.