Who Friendship With A Knave Hath Made,

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.

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

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

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!