Envy Will Merit, As Its Shade, Pursue

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

The Lot Of Man - To Suffer And To Die.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

Praise Undeserved, Is Satire In Disguise.

Vice Is A Monster Of So Frightful Mien As To Be Hated Needs But To Be Seen; Yet Seen Too Oft, Familiar With Her Face, We First Endure, Then Pity, Then Embrace.