When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
In beauty faults conspicuous grow; The smallest speck is seen on snow.
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.