From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same;

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

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

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

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.