The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp,

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

I Have A Hundred Times Wished That One Could Resign Life As An Officer Resigns A Commission.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs On By The Favors Of The Powerful.

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.