Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?

Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.

By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.

Who hath not heard the rich complain Of surfeits, and corporeal pain? He barr'd from every use of wealth, Envies the ploughman's strength and health.

Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.