For Gold The Merchant Ploughs

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

O, Life! How Pleasant Is Thy Morning, Young Fancy's Rays The Hills Adorning! Cold Pausing Caution's Lesson Scorning, We Frisk Away, Like Schoolboys, At The Expected Warning, To Joy And Play.

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor.

Humid Seal Of Soft Affections, Tend'rest Pledge Of Future Bliss, Dearest Tie Of Young Connections, Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put On A Desperate Face.