So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.

The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.

In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.

Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.