Where Thou Art Gone, Adieus And Farewells

How Various His Employments Whom The World Calls Idle; And Who Justly In Return Esteems That Busy World An Idler Too!

Man In Society Is Like A Flow'r, Blown In Its Native Bed. 'tis There Alone His Faculties Expanded In Full Bloom Shine Out, There Only Reach Their Proper Use.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.

The Bird That Flutters Least Is Longest On The Wing.

The Beggarly Last Doit.