Nothing is swifter than rumor.
Each day that fate adds to your life, put down as so much gain.
Is virtue raised by culture, or self-sown?
It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.
If matters go badly now, they will not always be so.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.