Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

Woman's Mind Oft' Shifts Her Passions, Like Th'inconstant Wind; Sudden She Rages, Like The Troubled Main, Now Sinks The Storm, And All Is Calm Again.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

Envy's A Sharper Spur Than Pay.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.