Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet

Be Slow To Resolve, But Quick In Performance.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.