Amusement Is The Happiness Of Those Who

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

Court-virtues Bear, Like Gems, The Highest Rate, Born Where Heav'n Influence Scarce Can Penetrate. In Life's Low Vale, The Soil The Virtues Like, They Please As Beauties, Here As Wonders Strike.

Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go Just Alike, Yet Each Believes His Own

She Who Ne'er Answers Till A Husband Cools, Or, If She Rules Him, Never Shows She Rules; Charms By Accepting, By Submitting, Sways, Yet Has Her Humor Most, When She Obeys.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.