Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Is There No Hope? The Sick Man Said, The Silent Doctor Shook His Head, And Took His Leave With Signs Of Sorrow, Despairing Of His Fee To-morrow.

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.