John Jones

“ And still, against each new desire,
Keep up a brisk and roaring fire.
Let red hot coals the dripping savour,
To give the meat a 'foreign flavour;'
And say, whatever falls upon it,
"The more there's in't, the more there's on it." ”

“ You're up to all things—devil doubt you,
None in the house can do without you.
If bold as brass, and smart and tall,
You'll be a fav'rite with 'em all;
All will admire when you approve,
With you the maids are all in love. ”

“ If you find out they somehow like you,
One thought will naturally strike you;
Give warning—instantly, and say
Your work is hard, with slender pay;
You really must have some advance,
"Service is no inheritance." ”