Be England What She Will, With All

The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask Their Way.

Wherever Waves Can Roll, And Winds Can Blow.

Satire, Whilst Envy And Ill-humor Sway The Mind Of Man, Must Always Make Her Way; Nor To A Bosom, With Discretion Fraught, Is All Her Malice Worth A Single Thought. The Wise Have Not The Will, Nor Fools The Power, To Stop Her Headstrong Course; Within The Hour Left To Herself, She Dies; Opposing Strife Gives Her Fresh Vigor, And Prolongs Her Life.

The Best Things Carried To Excess Are Wrong.

All Hunt For Fame, But Most Mistake The Way.