Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The

Greatly His Foes He Dreads, But More His Friends; He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.

Who Often, But Without Success, Have Prayed For Apt Alliteration's Artful Aid.

England A Fortune-telling Host, As Num'rous As The Stars, Could Boast; Matrons, Who Toss The Cup, And See The Grounds Of Fate In Grounds Of Tea.

And Reputation Bleeds In Ev'ry Word.

With That Malignant Envy Which Turns Pale, And Sickens, Even If A Friend Prevail.