Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

Were All The Letters Sun, I Could Not See One.