Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

What Will Not Luxury Taste? Earth, Sea, And Air, Are Daily Ransack'd For The Bill Of Fare. Blood Stuffed In Skins Is British Christians' Food, And France Robs Marshes Of The Croaking Brood.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.