Youth's The Season Made For

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay: No Author Ever Spar'd A Brother; Wits Are Gamecocks To One Another.