In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

[gulliver Was Soon Being Read] "from The Cabinet Council To The Nursery".