But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.