O Love thou bane of the most generous souls Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.
O Love thou bane of the most generous souls Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.
Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind.
Marriage the happiest bond of love might be, If hands were only joined when hearts agree.
Tis the talk, and not the intrigue, thats the crime.
Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst.
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