Fortune's Unjust; She Ruins Oft

Pride - Lord Of Human Kind

He Is The Very Janus Of Poets; He Wears Almost Everywhere Two Faces; And You Have Scarce Begun To Admire The One, Ere You Despise The Other.

More Liberty Begets Desire Of More; The Hunger Still Increases With The Store

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.