Fair words cost nothing.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far 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.