I sigh'd, and I pin'd
Was Constant and Kind
To a Jilt that laugh'd at my Pains:
Though my Passion ne'r cool'd
I found I was fool'd
For all my Abundance of Brains
But now I'm a Thing
As great as a King:
So blest is the Head that is addle!
The dull, empty Pate
Soonest comes to be great:
Fate doats on a Fool in the Cradle