Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.