Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Pity swells the tide of love.
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.