Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.

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.

What Frenzy Dictates, Jealousy Believes

Fair Is The Marigold, For Pottage Meet.

Give Me, Kind Heaven, A Private Station, A Mind Serene For Contemplation.