Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

Ladies, Like Variegated Tulips, Show 'tis To Their Changes Half Their Charms We Owe.

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

Teach Me To Feel Another's Woe, To Hide The Fault I See, That Mercy I To Others Show, That Mercy Show To Me.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.