I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I! "Not of the importance you suppose," Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, pride was never made for man.

Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.

To friendship every burden's light.

Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

No author ever spar'd a brother.

Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.