Fill It Up. I Take As Large

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

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

Fools May Our Scorn, Not Envy, Raise. For Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.

Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In Silence Sleep!

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.