Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
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.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.