Those Who Raise Envy Will Easily Incur

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.

To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense.

To Copy Beauty Forfeits All Pretense To Fame; To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense

Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.

Gipsies, Who Every Ill Can Cure, Except The Ill Of Being Poor Who Charms 'gainst Love And Agues Sell, Who Can In Hen-roost Set A Spell, Prepar'd By Arts, To Them Best Known To Catch All Feet Except Their Own, Who, As To Fortune, Can Unlock It, As Easily As Pick A Pocket.