You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite

Exercise Thy Lasting Youth Defends.

She Who Has Never Lov'd, Has Never Liv'd.

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets.

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.