Sure Men Were Born To Lie, And

How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.

So Comes A Reck'ning When The Banquet's O'er, The Dreadful Reckn'ning, And Men Smile No More.

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

Look Round, The Wrecks Of Play Behold; Estates Dismember'd, Mortgaged, Sold! Their Owners Now To Jails Confin'd, Show Equal Poverty Of Mind.