I’ll ride secure from Hope or Fear.
Thy Game is, Fortune, o’er with me,
And thou to others now may’st flee
To cheat them with Inconstancy.
The Nature of Women: From a Summer-House near Richmond.
Fair and foolish, little and loud,
Long and lazy, black and proud;
Fat and merry, lean and sad,
Pale and peevish, red and bad.