Fools May Our Scorn, Not

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.

If With Me You'd Fondly Stray Over The Hills And Far Away.

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

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

Gamesters And Highwaymen Are Generally Very Good To Their Whores, But They Are Very Devils To Their Wives.