The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

With Odorous Oil Thy Head And Hair Are Sleek; And Then Thou Kemb'st The Tuzzes On Thy Cheek: Of These, My Barbers Take A Costly Care.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.

Satire Is A Kind Of Poetry In Which Human Vices Are Reprehended.