What Bosom Beast Not In His Country's

Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To Find It Fame.

These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!

Great Oaks Grow From Little Acorns. He Has A Green Thumb. He Has Green Fingers. He's Sowing His Wild Oats. Here Ceres' Gifts In Waving Prospect Stand, And Nodding Tempt The Joyful Reaper's Hand.

Devotion's Self Shall Steal A Thought From Heaven.

The Bookful Blockhead, Ignorantly Read With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head.