From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same;

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

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.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.