No Modest Man Ever Did

To Always Be Loved One Must Ever Be Agreeable.

The Pious Farmer, Who Ne'er Misses Pray'rs, With Patience Suffers Unexpected Rain; He Blesses Heav'n For What Its Bounty Spares, And Sees, Resign'd, A Crop Of Blighted Grain. But, Spite Of Sermons, Farmers Would Blaspheme, If A Star Fell To Set Their Thatch On Flame.

Men Are Vile Inconstant Toads.

It's All Been Very Interesting.

Civility Costs Nothing, And Buys Everything.