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

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.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.

Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.

Of all mechanics, of all servile handycrafts-men, a gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the quality are of the profession, he is admitted amongst the politest company.

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