And When A Lady's In The Case,

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!