Fools Admire, But Men Of Sense Approve.

When We Are Young, We Are Slavishly Employed In Procuring Something Whereby We May Live Comfortably When We Grow Old; And When We Are Old, We Perceive It Is Too Late To Live As We Proposed.

Fickle Fortune Reigns, And, Undiscerning, Scatters Crowns And Chains.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

Act Well Your Part, There All The Honour Lies.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.