In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest

A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is Fit Company For Any Gentleman; And The World, My Dear, Hath Not Such A Contempt For Roguery As You Imagine.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

To Cheat A Man Isnothing; But The Womanmust Have Fine Parts Indeed Who Cheats A Woman!

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