How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

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

Nor Love, Not Honor, Wealth Nor Power, Can Give The Heart A Cheerful Hour When Health Is Lost. Be Timely Wise; With Health All Taste Of Pleasure Flies.