Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station,

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.

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.

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

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!

Whoever Heard A Man Of Fortune In England Talk Of The Necessaries Of Life? . . . Whether We Can Afford It Or No, We Must Have Superfluities.