The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask

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

Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More His Friends; He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask Their Way.

A Joke's A Very Serious Thing.

Old Age, A Second Child, By Nature Curst With More And Greater Evils Than The First, Weak, Sickly, Full Of Pains: In Ev'ry Breath Railing At Life, And Yet Afraid Of Death.