Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth

Some Folks Of Cider Make A Rout And Cider's Well Enough No Doubt When Better Liquors Fail; But Wine, That's Richer, Better Still, Ev'n Wine Itself (deny't Who Will) Must Yield To Nappy Ale

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

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

Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love Mercy And Delight To Save.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes