Amongst The Sons Of Men

The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask Their Way.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.

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.

Wit, Who Never Once Forgave A Brother, Shall Forgive A Dunce.

Those Who Raise Envy Will Easily Incur Censure.