The Fly That Sips Treacle

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

Look Round, The Wrecks Of Play Behold; Estates Dismember'd, Mortgaged, Sold! Their Owners Now To Jails Confin'd, Show Equal Poverty Of Mind.

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

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

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.