I Paint The Cot, As Truth Will

Arrogance Is The Act Of The Great; Presumption That Of The Little.

Fortunes Are Made, If I The Facts May State-- Though Poor Myself, I Know The Fortunate: First, There's A Knowledge Of The Way From Whence Good Fortune Comes--and This Is Sterling Sense: Then Perseverance, Never To Decline The Chase Of Riches Till The Prey Is Thine; And Firmness Never To Be Drawn Away By Any Passion From That Noble Prey-- By Love, Ambition, Study, Travel, Fame, Or The Vain Hope That Lives Upon A Name.

Habit With Him Was All The Test Of Truth; It Must Be Right: I've Done It From My Youth.

I Grant Indeed That Fields And Flocks Have Charms, For Him That Gazes Or For Him That Farms.

Feed The Musician, And He's Out Of Tune.