Hear How The Birds, On Ev'ry Blooming

The Dull Flat Falsehood Serves For Policy, And In The Cunning, Truth's Itself A Lie.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.