Nope, hadn't heard that one, David. Good to see you here, btw!
Here are two by Robert Francis:
Prescription
Whoever would be clean
Of cluttering desire
Must scrap the golden mean
And bed with frost or fire.
Only two ways to cure
The old itching disease:
No middle temperature
But only burn or freeze.
Exemplary
They never ask for more
Or ever lose their poise
Never a slammed door
Never a needless noise.
For slander a deaf ear
So faultlessly well bred
Gossip they seldom hear
The deferential dead.
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