Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.

I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I! "Not of the importance you suppose," Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, pride was never made for man.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.

Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.

Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.