How Happy Could I Be With Either,

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Can Love Be Controll'd By Advice?