Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

Some Folks Of Cider Make A Rout And Cider's Well Enough No Doubt When Better Liquors Fail; But Wine, That's Richer, Better Still, Ev'n Wine Itself (deny't Who Will) Must Yield To Nappy Ale

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.