Law court-yards weedy, silent, and forlorn;
Where doctors foot it, and where farmers ride;
Where age abounds, and youth is multiplied;
Where these signs are, they clearly indicate
A happy people, a well-governed state.
A Cure for Love.
Hunger and time will quench the flame
That burns on Cupid’s altar;
But if both fail its strength to tame,
The certain cure’s the halter.