Fool Beckons Fool, And Dunce Awakens Dunce.

Gipsies, Who Every Ill Can Cure, Except The Ill Of Being Poor Who Charms 'gainst Love And Agues Sell, Who Can In Hen-roost Set A Spell, Prepar'd By Arts, To Them Best Known To Catch All Feet Except Their Own, Who, As To Fortune, Can Unlock It, As Easily As Pick A Pocket.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.

The More Haste, Ever The Worst Speed.

Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The Sake Of Strife.