Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

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.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

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.

No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother.