Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And

Get Place And Wealth, If Possible With Grace; If Not, By Any Means Get Wealth And Place.

Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate And Rot.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

Age And Want Sit Smiling At The Gate.

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.