He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Good Sense And Good Nature Are Never Separated; And Good Nature Is The Product Of Right Reason.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.