Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.