Fair words cost nothing.

To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.

No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

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

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

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.

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.