In Every Age And Clime We See

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

Good Housewives All The Winter's Rage Despise, Defended By The Riding-hood's Disguise; Or, Underneath The Umbrella's Oily Shade, Safe Through The Wet On Clinking Pattens Tread, Let Persian Dames The Unbrella's Ribs Display, To Guard Their Beauties From The Sunny Ray; Or Sweating Slaves Support The Shady Load, When Eastern Monarchs Show Their State Abroad; Britain In Winter Only Knows Its Aid, To Guard From Chilling Showers The Walking Maid.

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.