Empty are Bandboxes, Demijohns, Shelves,
Houses and Men that are Full of Themselves.

Who loves too much his own Small Candle's light,
Knows not the Stars that glorify the Night.

T HOUGH Pens have other Views, the Blotters think
That Ink was made for Blotter Pads to drink.

D ON'T praise Yourself to People who
May know the Folks next door to you.

T HE booming, vainglorious Drum of the Partridge
Advises the Hunter to slip in a Cartridge.