Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

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.