Breathe Soft, Ye Winds! Ye Waves, In

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

But His Kiss Was So Sweet, And So Closely He Pressed, That I Languished And Pined Till I Granted The Rest.

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.