Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.

No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.

I know you lawyers can with ease, Twist words and meanings as you please; That language, by your skill made pliant, Will bend to favour every client; That 'tis the fee directs the sense, To make out either side's pretense.

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.