Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station,

Lest Men Suspect Your Tale Untrue, Keep Probability In View.

Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made, Is Judged A Partner In The Trade.

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.