Whom Drink Made Wits, Though Nature Made

Fame Is Nothing But An Empty Name.

England A Fortune-telling Host, As Num'rous As The Stars, Could Boast; Matrons, Who Toss The Cup, And See The Grounds Of Fate In Grounds Of Tea.

Amongst The Sons Of Men How Few Are Known Who Dare Be Just To Merit Not Their Own.

Those Who Would Make Us Feel Must Feel Themselves.

Ourselves Are To Ourselves The Cause Of Ill.