I sigh'd, and I pin'd

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.