Only Man Clogs His Happiness With Care,

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.

Youth Should Watch Joys And Shoot Them As They Fly.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.