How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

Praising All Alike, Is Praising None.

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

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

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.