What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?

Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

A fav'rite has no friend!

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.