A Rich Rogue Nowadays Is

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

When If Or Chance Or Hunger's Powerful Sway Directs The Roving Trout This Fatal Way, He Greedily Sucks In The Twining Bait, And Tugs And Nibbles The Fallacious Meat. Now, Happy Fisherman; Now Twitch The Line! How Thy Rod Bends! Behold, The Prize Is Thine!

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.