A Woman that had Two Daughters, Bury'd one of them, and Mourners were provided to Attend the Funeral. The Surviving Daughter wonder'd to see Strangers so much concern'd at the Loss of her Sister, and her Nearest Relations so little. Pray Mother, says she, what's the Reason of this? Oh, says the Mother, We that are a-Kin to her, are never the Better for Crying, but the Strangers have Money for't.
Mourners are as mercenary as Common Prostitutes; They are at his Service, that bids Most for them.