She Who Has Never Lov'd, Has Never

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.

How Happy Could I Be With Either, Were T'other Dear Charmer Away!

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

A Wolf Eats Sheep But Now And Then; Ten Thousands Are Devour'd By Men. An Open Foe May Prove A Curse, But A Pretend Friend Is Worse.

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.