't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind;

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

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

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.