Sate musing on his Fate, but could not guess,
Nor give a Reason for her Fickleness:
Such Thoughts as these would ne’er his Brain perplex,
Did he but once reflect upon her Sex:
For how could he expect, or hope to see,
In Woman either Truth or Constancy.
Written on the Wall of one of the Summer-Houses in Gray’s-Inn Walks, under a curious Piece of Drawing.
Come hither, Heralds, view this Coat,
’Twill bear Examination,
’Tis ancient, and derives its Note