There Is No Dependence That Can Be

Fair Words Cost Nothing.

I Hate The Man Who Builds His Name On Ruins Of Another's Fame. Thus Prudes, By Characters O'erthrown, Imagine That They Raise Their Own. Thus Scribblers, Covetous Of Praise, Think Slander Can Transplant The Bays.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.