Man Never Thinks Himself Happy,

As With Narrow-necked Bottles; The Less They Have In Them, The More Noise They Make In Pouring Out.

Whenever I Find A Great Deal Of Gratitude In A Poor Man, I Take It For Granted There Would Be As Much Generosity If He Were A Rich Man.

Religion Blushing, Veils Her Sacred Fires, And Unawares Morality Expires.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.