An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Dumb Jewels Often, In Their Silent Kind, More Than Quick Words, Do Move A Woman's Mind.

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.