I. Deluded Swain, The Pleasure The Fickle Fair Can Give Thee, Is But A Fairy Treasure - Thy Hopes Will Soon Deceive Thee. Ii. The Billows On The Ocean, The Breezes Idly Roaming, The Clouds Uncertain Motion - They Are But Types Of Woman. Iii. O! Art Thou Not Ashamed To Doat Upon A Feature? If Man Thou Wouldst Be Named, Despise The Silly Creature. Iv. Go Find An Honest Fellow; Good Claret Set Before Thee: Hold On Till Thou Art Mellow, And Then To Bed In Glory.