Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.

Fair Is The Kingcup That In Meadow Blows, Fair Is The Daisy That Beside Her Grows.

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.