Cowards Are Cruel, But The

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.

't Is Woman That Seduces All Mankind; By Her We First Were Taught The Wheedling Arts.

One Common Fate We Both Must Prove; You Die With Envy, I With Love.

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.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.