Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.
While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind.
Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away?