Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station,

Look Round, The Wrecks Of Play Behold; Estates Dismember'd, Mortgaged, Sold! Their Owners Now To Jails Confin'd, Show Equal Poverty Of Mind.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

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