Envy is a kind of praise.
What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much