Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.

A Man Renowned For Repartee Will Seldom Scruple To Make Free With Friendship's Finest Feeling, Will Thrust A Dagger At Your Breast, And Say He Wounded You In Jest, By Way Of Balm For Healing.

It Is A General Rule Of Judgment, That A Mischief Should Rather Be Admitted Than An Inconvenience.

But Oars Alone Can Ne'er Prevail To Reach The Distant Coast; The Breath Of Heaven Must Swell The Sail, Or All The Toil Is Lost.

All Zeal For A Reform, That Gives Offence To Peace And Charity, Is Mere Pretence.