Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Who Talks Much, Must Talk In Vain.

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is Fit Company For Any Gentleman; And The World, My Dear, Hath Not Such A Contempt For Roguery As You Imagine.