An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

Go Miser Go, For Money Sell Your Soul. Trade Wares For Wares And Trudge From Pole To Pole, So Others May Say When You Are Dead And Gone. See What A Vast Estate He Left His Son.

And That One Hunting, Which The Devil Design'd For One Fair Female, Lost Him Half The Kind.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.