Who With A Little Cannot Be Content,

Who With A Little Cannot Be Content, Endures An Everlasting Punishment.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

Next, When I Cast Mine Eyes And See That Brave Vibration Each Way Free, O How That Glittering Taketh Me!

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.