One Wife Is Too Much For Most

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

What Will Not Luxury Taste? Earth, Sea, And Air, Are Daily Ransack'd For The Bill Of Fare. Blood Stuffed In Skins Is British Christians' Food, And France Robs Marshes Of The Croaking Brood.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is Fit Company For Any Gentleman; And The World, My Dear, Hath Not Such A Contempt For Roguery As You Imagine.