Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The

The Scots Are Poor, Cries Surly English Pride; True Is The Charge, Nor By Themselves Denied. Are They Not Then In Strictest Reason Clear, Who Wisely Come To Mend Their Fortunes Here?

If Honor Calls, Where'er She Points The Way The Sons Of Honor Follow, And Obey.

England, A Happy Land We Know, Where Follies Naturally Grow, Where Without Culture They Arise, And Tow'r Above The Common Size.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.

Those Who Would Make Us Feel Must Feel Themselves.