Here Am I, Dying Of

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

While Man Exclaims, "see All Things For My Use!" "see Man For Mine!" Replies A Pamper'd Goose.

What Woeful Stuff This Madrigal Would Be, In Some Starved Hackney Sonneteer, Or Me! But Let A Lord Once Own The Happy Lines, How The Wit Brightens! How The Style Refines!

The Man That Loves And Laughs Must Sure Do Well.

Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.