To Shoot At Crows Is

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind; By Her We First Were Taught The Wheedling Arts.

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!

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

Follow Love And It Will Flee, Flee Love And It Will Follow Thee.