(A.) Whilst others follow'd Mysteries, To which few Folks bind 'Prentices:(B.) These were call'd Knaves, But bar the Name, The grave Industrious were the same.(C.) The Soldiers that were forc'd to fight, If they surviv'd, got Honour by't.(D.) For there was not a Bee but would Get more, I won't say, than he should; But than, &c.(E.) —— As your Gamesters do, Who, tho' at fair Play, ne'er will own Before the Losers what they've won.(F.) And Virtue, who from Politicks Had learn'd a thousand cunning Tricks, Was, by their happy influence, Made Friends with Vice.——(G.) The worst of all the Multitude Did something for the Common Good.(H.) Parties directly opposite, Assist each other, as 'twere for spight.(I.) The Root of Evil, Avarice, That damn'd ill-natur'd baneful Vice, Was Slave to Prodigality.(K.) That noble Sin————(L.) ———— Whilst Luxury Employ'd a Million of the Poor, &c.(M.) And odious Pride a Million more.(N.) Envy it self, and Vanity, Were Ministers of Industry.(O.) Real Pleasures, Comforts, Ease.(P.) ———— The very Poor Liv'd better than the Rich before.The very Poor Liv'd better than the Rich before.(Q.) ———— For frugally They now liv'd on their Salary.(R.) No Honour now, &c.(S.) No Limner for his Art is fam'd, Stone-cutters, Carvers are not nam'd:(T.) ———— To live great, Had made her Husband rob the State.(V.) Content, the Bane of Industry.(X.) To make a Great and Honest Hive.(Y.) T' enjoy the World's Conveniences.