The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much