Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Cavil you may, but never criticise.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.