Envy is a kind of praise.

Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.

A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.

What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content.

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

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

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.