Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe.
That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.