Amid Thy Desert-walks The Lapwing Flies, And

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

Little Things Are Great To Little Men.

Nothing Is So Contemptible As That Affectation Of Wisdom, Which Some Display, By Universal Incredulity.

Whenever You See A Gaming Table Be Sure To Know Fortune Is Not There. Rather She Is Always In The Company Of Industry.

There Is A Greatness In Being Generous, And There Is Only Simple Justice In Satisfying Creditors. Generosity Is The Part Of The Soul Raised Above The Vulgar.