I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay.

Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.

Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.

To friendship every burden's light.

What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!