To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

Shall Ignorance Of Good And Ill Dare To Direct The Eternal Will? Seek Virtue, And Of That Possest, To Providence Resign The Rest.

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.