The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
No author ever spar'd a brother.
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.
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.