She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.

In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.

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

Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.

To friendship every burden's light.

Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much