Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

Hope Is Such A Bait, It Covers Any Hook.

Blest Be Those Feasts, With Simple Plenty Crowned, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jests Or Pranks That Never Fail Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

Write How You Want, The Critic Shall Show The World You Could Have Written Better.

If One Wishes To Become Rich They Must Appear Rich.