Most Of Those Evils We Poor Mortals

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

Who, With Tame Cowardice Familiar Grown, Would Hear My Thoughts, But Fear To Speak Their Own.

Fool Beckons Fool, And Dunce Awakens Dunce.

To Copy Beauty Forfeits All Pretense To Fame; To Copy Faults Is Want Of Sense