These Riches Are Possess'd, But Not Enjoy'd!

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

Pleas'd Look Forward, Pleas'd To Look Behind,and Count Each Birthday With A Grateful Mind.

There Are Certain Times When Most People Are In A Disposition Of Being Informed, And 'tis Incredible What A Vast Good A Little Truth Might Do, Spoken In Such Seasons.