Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.

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