Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil

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

O Polly, You Might Have Toyed And Kissed, By Keeping Men Off, You Keep Them On.

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.

Some Folks Of Cider Make A Rout And Cider's Well Enough No Doubt When Better Liquors Fail; But Wine, That's Richer, Better Still, Ev'n Wine Itself (deny't Who Will) Must Yield To Nappy Ale

To Shoot At Crows Is Powder Flung Away.