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Why Has Not Man A Microscopic Eye? For This Plain Reason, Man Is Not A Fly. Say What The Use, Were Finer Optics Giv'n, T' Inspect A Mite, Not Comprehend The Heav'n.

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

That Character In Conversation Which Commonly Passes For Agreeable Is Made Up Of Civility And Falsehood.