O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

And die with decency.

Give but an Englishman his whore and ease, Beef and a sea-coal fire, he's yours forever.

What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was ’t betrayed the Capitol?—A woman! Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman! Who was the cause of a long ten years’ war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman! Destructive, damnable, …

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.

Song like a rose should be; Each rhyme a petal sweet; For fragrance, melody, That when her lips repeat The words, her heart may know What secret makes them so:—