Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
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.