Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In

When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts The Tongue To Deal In Fiction.

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

Fair Words Cost Nothing.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.