The Poor have little, Beggars none,
The Rich too much, enough, not one.
Written at the Request of a Lady who on her Wedding Day entreated an old Lover to write something upon her in the Window.
This glittering Diamond, and this worthless Glass,
Celia, display thy Virtue and thy Face;
Bright as the Brilliant while thy Beauty shows
Ev’n Glass itself’s less brittle than thy Vows.
The Italian Gout.
If a Man lets a Fart in fair Italy,
From Lovers he never is after free;