John Pomfret

I'd have a clear and competent estate, That I might live genteelly, but not great.

We live and learn, but not the wiser grow.

Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes.

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow.

Wine whets the wit, improves its native force…