Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station,

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

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

How Happy Could I Be With Either, Were T'other Dear Charmer Away!

Music Might Tame And Civilize Wild Beasts, But 'tis Evident It Never Yet Could Tame And Civilize Musicians.