Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

We Cannot All Be Masters.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

Should The Poor Be Flattered? No; Let The Candied Tongue Lick Absurd Pomp, And Crook The Pregnant Hinges Of The Knee Where Thrift May Follow Fawning.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water