The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask

Whom Drink Made Wits, Though Nature Made Them Fools.

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

When Satire Flies Abroad On Falsehood's Wing, Short Is Her Life, And Impotent Her Sting; But When To Truth Allied, The Wound She Gives Sinks Deep, And To Remotest Ages Lives.

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

England A Fortune-telling Host, As Num'rous As The Stars, Could Boast; Matrons, Who Toss The Cup, And See The Grounds Of Fate In Grounds Of Tea.