Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.

Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.