The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind; By Her We First Were Taught The Wheedling Arts.

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Of All Mechanics, Of All Servile Handycrafts-men, A Gamester Is The Vilest. But Yet, As Many Of The Quality Are Of The Profession, He Is Admitted Amongst The Politest Company.