Force Works On Servile Natures, Not The

Tis No Sin Love's Fruits To Steal; But The Sweet Thefts To Reveal; To Be Taken, To Be Seen, These Have Crimes Accounted Been.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.