The chearful Bottle and the Jug,
Were not good Liquor in its Season,
An useful Spur to human Reason.
Probatum est, W. T.
At Rumford, in a Window.
There’s Nothing sure can vex a Woman more
Than to hear the Feats of Love, and be Threescore.
Written on a Looking-Glass, in the Rue Boucharie, Paris.
Le Mond est plein de fous, & qui n’en veut point voir,
Doit demeurer tout seul, & casser son meroir.