Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.

Modesty Seldom Resides In A Breast That Is Not Enriched With Nobler Virtues.

O Friendship! Thou Fond Soother Of The Human Breast, To Thee We Fly In Every Calamity; To Thee The Wretched Seek For Succor; On Thee The Care-tired Son Of Misery Fondly Relies; From Thy Kind Assistance The Unfortunate Always Hopes Relief, And May Be Sure Of--disappointment.

The Jests Of The Rich Are Ever Successful.

Pride In Their Port, Defiance In Their Eye, I See The Lords Of Humankind Pass By.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.