O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And

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

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

By Outward Show Let's Not Be Cheated; An Ass Should Like An Ass Be Treated.

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

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.