The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.

Weak Is That Throne, And In Itself Unsound, Which Takes Not Solid Virtue For Its Ground.

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

Constant Attention Wears The Active Mind, Blots Out Our Pow'rs, And Leaves A Blank Behind.

Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though Vice Exhausts Peruvian Mines, Yet Shall They Tremble And Turn Pale When Satire Wields Her Mighty Flail.