A Man Is Always Afraid Of A

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

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.