There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.

To shoot at crows is powder flung away.

Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

You can only be called a hypocrite if you judge others first.

Praising all alike, is praising none.