Who Talks Much, Must Talk

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

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

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.

One Wife Is Too Much For Most Husbands To Bear, But Two At A Time There's No Mortal Can Bear.