Who Talks Much, Must Talk

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

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.

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.