What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

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.

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.