From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same;

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.