Of All The Fools That Pride Can

What Will Not Luxury Taste? Earth, Sea, And Air, Are Daily Ransack'd For The Bill Of Fare. Blood Stuffed In Skins Is British Christians' Food, And France Robs Marshes Of The Croaking Brood.

I Cannot Raise My Worth Too High; Of What Vast Consequence Am I! "not Of The Importance You Suppose," Replies A Flea Upon His Nose; "be Humble, Learn Thyself To Scan; Know, Pride Was Never Made For Man.

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.