Women

Women to cards may be compar'd: we play
A round or two; when us'd we throw away;
Take a fresh pack: nor is it worth our grieving
Who cuts or shuffles with our dirty leaving.

On the Same

Of injur'd same, and mighty wrongs receiv'd,
Chloe complains, and wondrously 's aggriev'd.
That free, and lavish of a beauteous face,
The fairest and the foulest of her race;
She 's mine, or thine; and strolling up and down
Sucks in more filth than any sink in Town,
I not deny; this I have said, 't is true:
What wrong! to give so bright a nymph her due.

Fortune

EPIGRAM .

When Fortune seems to smile, 'tis then I fear
Some lurking ill, and hidden mischief near:
Us'd to her frowns, I stand upon my guard,
And, arm'd in virtue, keep my soul prepar'd.
Fickle and false to others she may be,
I can complain but of her constancy.

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