Envy's a sharper spur than pay.

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

Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.

The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!