“ Whose Raiment o'er vies with the Mantle of Heaven
⁠When Phœbus unclouded, just starts from the Main
To guard Love and Beauty, we make it our duty,
⁠To aid their Felicity, ever combine:
⁠Come see
⁠Daughters of Liberty
⁠Greeting with rapture the Sons of the Tyne. ”

“ Young Man will you stand to your Promise or no.
⁠If I promised you Marriage it was a Mistake,
For I am resolved a wife not to take.
For Women are oftentimes given to scold,
They'll make a man wither'd before he grows old. ”

“ The North Country Lass.
THere was a fair Maiden, her Name it was Gillian,
Her Manners were Sage, tho' her Carriage was free,
You scarcely would meet such a Girl in a Million,
Her Charms were the Pride of the North Country ”