Man And Wife, Coupled Together For The

Knaves Starve Not In The Land Of Fools.

Who To Patch Up His Fame, Or Fill His Purse, Still Pilfers Wretched Plans, And Makes Them Worse; Like Gypsies, Lest The Stolen Brat Be Known, Defacing First, Then Claiming For His Own.

Tis Mighty Easy O'er A Glass Of Wine On Vain Refinements Vainly To Refine, To Laugh At Poverty In Plenty's Reign, To Boast Of Apathy When Out Of Pain, And In Each Sentence, Worthy Of The Schools, Varnish'd With Sophistry, To Deal Out Rules Most Fit For Practice, But For One Poor Fault That Into Practice They Can Ne'er Be Brought.

Fashion--a Word Which Knaves And Fools May Use, Their Knavery And Folly To Excuse.

Though By Whim, Envy, Or Resentment Led, They Damn Those Authors Whom They Never Read.