When I Consider Life, It Is All

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

All Heiresses Are Beautiful.