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Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

What Will Not Luxury Taste? Earth, Sea, And Air, Are Daily Ransack'd For The Bill Of Fare. Blood Stuffed In Skins Is British Christians' Food, And France Robs Marshes Of The Croaking Brood.