O' What May Man Within Him Hide,

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

Tremble, Thou Wretch, That Hast Within Thee Undivulged Crimes Unwhipped Of Justice.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.