Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

For Any Man To Match Above His Rank Is But To Sell His Liberty.

And, To All Married Men, Be This A Caution, Which They Should Duly Tender As Their Life, Neither To Doat Too Much, Nor Doubt A Wife.

Shall This Nectar Run Useless, Then, To Waste? Or ... These Lips, That Open Like The Morn, Breathing Perfumes, On Such As Dare Approach Them, Be Untouch'd? They Must--nay, 'tis In Vain To Make Resistance-- Be Often Kissed And Tasted.

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.