If With Me You'd Fondly

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!

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