Nature Made Every Fop To

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

Court-virtues Bear, Like Gems, The Highest Rate, Born Where Heav'n Influence Scarce Can Penetrate. In Life's Low Vale, The Soil The Virtues Like, They Please As Beauties, Here As Wonders Strike.

Tis All In Vain To Keep A Constant Pother About One Vice And Fall Into Another.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.