A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever;

Nor Use Too Swelling, Or Ill-sounded Words . . . .

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

That I Might Live Alone Once With My Gold! O, 'tis A Sweet Companion! Kind And True: A Man May Trust It When His Father Cheats Him, Brother, Or Friend, Or Wife. O Wondrous Pelf! That Which Makes All Men False, Is True Itself.

Custom Is The Most Certain Mistress Of Language, As The Public Stamp Makes The Current Money.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.