Dancing Is The Poetry Of The Foot.

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.