Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

Whate'er The Talents, Or Howe'er Designed, We Hang One Jingling Padlock On The Mind.

For Forms Of Government, Let Fools Contest; Whate'er Is Best Administered, Is Best.

See How The World Its Veterans Rewards! A Youth Of Frolics, An Old Age Of Cards; Fair To No Purpose, Artful To No End, Young Without Lovers, Old Without A Friend; A Fop Their Passion, But Their Prize A Sot; Alive Ridiculous, And Dead Forgot.

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.