My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground,

Were I Laid On Greenland's Coast, And In My Arms Embrac'd My Lass; Warm Amidst Eternal Frost, Too Soon The Half Year's Night Would Pass.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

Learning By Study Must Be Won; 'twas Ne'er Entail'd From Son To Son.

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

I Must Have Women - There Is Nothing Unbends The Mind Like Them.