The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
England a fortune-telling host, As num'rous as the stars, could boast; Matrons, who toss the cup, and see The grounds of Fate in grounds of tea.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.