The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

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

Variety's The Source Of Joy Below, From Whence Still Fresh-revolving Pleasures Flow, In Books And Love The Mind One End Pursues, And Only Change The Expiring Flames Renews.

Look Round, The Wrecks Of Play Behold; Estates Dismember'd, Mortgaged, Sold! Their Owners Now To Jails Confin'd, Show Equal Poverty Of Mind.

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.