The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love.

Her Modest Looks The Cottage Might Adorn, Sweet As The Primrose Peeps Beneath The Thorn.

An Englishman Fears Contempt More Than Death.

Our Bounty, Like A Drop Of Water, Disappears, When Diffus'd Too Widely

Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

The Mind Is Ever Ingenious In Making Its Own Distress.