The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

What Will Not Luxury Taste? Earth, Sea, And Air, Are Daily Ransack'd For The Bill Of Fare. Blood Stuffed In Skins Is British Christians' Food, And France Robs Marshes Of The Croaking Brood.

She Who Has Never Lov'd, Has Never Liv'd.

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.