To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung

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.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

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.