And When A Lady's In The Case,

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.

A Man Is Always Afraid Of A Woman That Loves Him Too Much

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

Why Is The Hearse With Scutcheons Blazon'd Round, And With The Nodding Plume Of Ostrich Crown'd? No; The Dead Know It Not, Nor Profit Gain; It Only Serves To Prove The Living Vain.