Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
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.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.