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.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

The luxury of doing good surpasses every other personal enjoyment.

Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!