Good housewives all the winter's rage despise, Defended by the riding-hood's disguise; Or, underneath the umbrella's oily shade, Safe through the wet on clinking pattens tread, Let Persian dames the unbrella's ribs display, To guard their beauties from the sunny ray; Or sweating slaves support the shady load, When eastern monarchs show their state abroad; Britain in winter only knows its aid, To guard from chilling showers the walking maid.

What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.

Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another.

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

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.

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.