Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.