The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I

If You Mean To Profit, Learn To Praise.

All Hunt For Fame, But Most Mistake The Way.

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

Genius Is Of No Country; Her Pure Ray Spreads All Abroad, As General As The Day.

The Villager, Born Humbly And Bred Hard, Content His Wealth, And Poverty His Guard, In Action Simply Just, In Conscience Clear, By Guilt Untainted, Undisturb'd By Fear, His Means But Scanty, And His Wants But Few, Labor His Business, And His Pleasure Too, Enjoys More Comforts In A Single Hour Than Ages Give The Wretch Condemn'd To Power.