So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's

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

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.

To Friendship Every Burden's Light.