I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew;

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

The Bookful Blockhead Ignorantly Read, With Loads Of Learned Lumber In His Head, With His Own Tongue Still Edifies His Ears, And Always List'ning To Himself Appears. All Books He Reads, And All He Reads Assails.

How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

The Race By Vigour, Not By Vaunts, Is Won.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.