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

In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.

I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.

Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!

Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.

Praising all alike, is praising none.