A Man Is Always Afraid Of A

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.