The Wretched Have No Friends.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

All The Learn'd Are Cowards By Profession.

Better To Hunt In Fields, For Health Unbought, Than Fee The Doctor For A Nauseous Draught, The Wise, For Cure, On Exercise Depend; God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store