How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid

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.

There Is No Dependence That Can Be Sure But A Dependence Upon One's Self.

To Cheat A Man Isnothing; But The Womanmust Have Fine Parts Indeed Who Cheats A Woman!

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.