No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.

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.

I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

Fill It Up. I Take As Large Draughts Of Liquor As I Did Of Love. I Hate A Flincher In Either.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.