So Upright Quakers Please Both Man And

Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance By Rogues In Ruffles.

Talk What You Will Of Taste, My Friend, You'll Find Two Of A Face As Soon As Of A Mind.

On Her White Breast A Sparkling Cross She Wore, Which Jews Might Kiss And Infidels Adore.

Who Pants For Glory, Finds But Short Repose; A Breath Revives Him, Or A Breath O'erthrows.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.