A Decent Boldness Ever Meets With Friends.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.