How Happy Could I Be With Either,

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.

In Love We Are All Fools Alike.

The Careful Insect 'midst His Works I View, Now From The Flowers Exhaust The Fragrant Dew, With Golden Treasures Load His Little Thighs, And Steer His Distant Journey Through The Skies.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And Women To Believe Them!