Whoever Heard A Man Of

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

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

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.

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.