None Pities Him That Is In The

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

Fain Would I Kiss My Julia's Dainty Leg, Which Is As White And Hairless As An Egg.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.