Men, some to business take, some to pleasure take; but every woman is at heart a rake

Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather and prunello.

Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God?

There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.

Nor in the critic let the man be lost.

To buy books as some do who make no use of them, only because they were published by an eminent printer, is much as if a man should buy clothes that did not fit him, only because they were made by some famous tailor.

So upright Quakers please both man and God.