That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

While Europe's Eye Is Fix'd On Mighty Things, The Fate Of Empires And The Fall Of Kings; While Quacks Of State Must Each Produce His Plan, And Even Children Lisp The Rights Of Man; Amid This Mighty Fuss Just Let Me Mention, The Rights Of Woman Merit Some Attention.

If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss; If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.

The Heart That Is Generous And Kind Most Resembles God.

What's A' Your Jargon O' Your Schools, Your Latin Names For Horns And Stools; If Honest Nature Made You Fools.