A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts The Tongue To Deal In Fiction.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.

Thus Shadow Owes Its Birth To Light.

What Happiness The Rural Maid Attends, In Cheerful Labour While Each Day She Spends! She Gratefully Receives What Heav'n Has Sent, And, Rich In Poverty, Enjoys Content.