All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

They First Condemn That First Advised The Ill.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.

The Greater Part Performed Achieves The Less.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.