Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow

Good Housewives All The Winter's Rage Despise, Defended By The Riding-hood's Disguise; Or, Underneath The Umbrella's Oily Shade, Safe Through The Wet On Clinking Pattens Tread, Let Persian Dames The Unbrella's Ribs Display, To Guard Their Beauties From The Sunny Ray; Or Sweating Slaves Support The Shady Load, When Eastern Monarchs Show Their State Abroad; Britain In Winter Only Knows Its Aid, To Guard From Chilling Showers The Walking Maid.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.