“ Each Nymph and each Swain,
May be happy for life,
In transport and joy,
We each moment employ,
And taste such delights,
As never yet was seen. Then haste, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ That ever I lov'd a Farmer’s Son.
⁠This young man was in great distress;
He tore his hair and smote his breast;
O then distracted he did run;
In Bedlam lies the Farmer's Son.
⁠Young lovers all of each degree,
That's standing by, come pity me ”

“ But I'll beware of wed ock's snare,
tho' dying swains adore me;
The men I'll teaz. myself to please,
my mother did so before me.
In rich brocades and diamonds bright,
like gayest springs delighting ”