Let Us Be Merciful As

Nothing Useless Is, Or Low; Each Thing In Its Place Is Best; And What Seems But Idle Show Strengthens And Supports The Rest.

The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their Beads In Drops Of Rain.

The Low Desire, The Base Design That Makes Another's Virtues Less.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me Can Have No Lack Of Good Society.