What's Fame? A Fancy'd Life In Other's

Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

Sometimes Virtue Starves While Vice Is Fed.

Then, At The Last And Only Couplet Fraught With Some Unmeaning Thing They Call A Thought, A Needless Alexandrine Ends The Song, That, Like A Wounded Snake, Drags Its Slow Length Along.