Envy's A Sharper Spur Than

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!

To Frame The Little Animal, Provide All The Gay Hues That Wait On Female Pride: Let Nature Guide Thee; Sometimes Golden Wire The Shining Bellies Of The Fly Require; The Peacock's Plumes Thy Tackle Must Not Fail, Nor The Dear Purchase Of The Sable's Tail.

Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil O'er Books Consumed The Midnight Oil?

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.