Fools May Our Scorn, Not

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!

Good Housewives All The Winter's Rage Despise, Defended By The Riding-hood's Disguise; Or, Underneath The Umbrella's Oily Shade, Safe Through The Wet On Clinking Pattens Tread, Let Persian Dames The Unbrella's Ribs Display, To Guard Their Beauties From The Sunny Ray; Or Sweating Slaves Support The Shady Load, When Eastern Monarchs Show Their State Abroad; Britain In Winter Only Knows Its Aid, To Guard From Chilling Showers The Walking Maid.

By Outward Show Let's Not Be Cheated; An Ass Should Like An Ass Be Treated.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.