Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Of all the fools that pride can boast, A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!