Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

The Vulgar Boil, The Learned Roast, An Egg.

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

Those Move Easiest Who Have Learn'd To Dance.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

For Forms Of Government, Let Fools Contest; Whate'er Is Best Administered, Is Best.