Them That Asks No Questions Isn't Told

They Please, Are Pleas'd, They Give To Get Esteem Till, Seeming Blest, They Grow To What They Seem.

See Me, How Calm I Am. Ay, People Are Generally Calm At The Misfortunes Of Others.

Good People All, With One Accord, Lament For Madam Blaize, Who Never Wanted A Good Word From Those Who Spoke Her Praise.

The Heart Of Every Man Lies Open To The Shafts Of Correction If The Archer Can Take Proper Aim.

Those Who Think Must Govern Those That Toil.