To Friendship Every Burden's Light.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

Man May Escape From Rope And Gun; Nay, Some Have Outlived The Doctor's Pill: Who Takes A Woman Must Be Undone, That Basilisk Is Sure To Kill. The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets, So He That Tastes Woman, Woman, Woman, He That Tastes Woman, Ruin Meets.

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

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.

One Wife Is Too Much For Most Husbands To Bear, But Two At A Time There's No Mortal Can Bear.